Silence again. One of the would-be plunderers and the weapons of both were in the boys' hands. What should they do next? "Hi! Hi! Scat, you brutes! Get a move on!" Brittler's voice shattered the midnight stillness as he came, driving the sheep before him. From their covert the boys could look across the pasture and see the black, leaping shapes fast drawing nearer. It was high time to prepare to meet their second foe. "Throppy, Whittington, Filippo! Come here! Quick!" They came, Percy in the rear, his knees shaking. "Budge, can the four of you handle this man if I let go?" "Easy!" "Keep his mouth shut till I tell you he can open it!" "All right!" Lane's hand replaced Jim's over Dolph's lips. The other three grasped him wherever they could find a chance. It would not have taken much to shake off Percy's trembling grip, but the prisoner was content to remain quiet. There was a patter of hoofs; the sheep were coming. Soon they were flitting by the ambush, shying off as their keen senses warned them of possible danger. Again they scattered toward the northwest end of the island. After them danced Brittler, roaring with anger. "What are you waiting for, you numskull?" he cried. "Why didn't you shoot? I heard you fire once some minutes ago, and thought you might have been aiming at a stray one. I had almost the whole flock bunched right before me. You couldn't get a better chance if you waited a week. Now I've got to waste another half-hour chasing 'em round again. What's the matter with you, anyway? Why don't you speak?" He was within five yards of the silent group under the spruces when Spurling's voice rang sharply out: "Halt there!" At the same instant he flashed the ray from his electric lantern straight into the captain's face. Brittler stopped short, as if struck by lightning. His jaw dropped, and a ludicrous look of alarm and bewilderment overspread his features. "Take your hand off his mouth, Budge," ordered Jim, "and let him tell the captain what's happened." Thus adjured, Dolph spoke: "I've been taken prisoner, Captain. They jumped on me in the dark and I had a chance to fire only one shot. I think there's at least half a dozen of 'em, and they've got both our revolvers, so we haven't a chance. That's all there is to it." Brittler had recovered from his first panic. He bristled up with pretended indignation. "What do you mean, whoever you are, by jumping on us this way? And take that light off my face! I don't like it." Spurting did not remove the steady ray from the features of the irate captain. He waited a moment before replying.