"An' the second party is afther comin' up fast," he concluded. "Ye must run fer it or invite capture." "Come, we will join the _Raven_ and trust to luck," said Captain Broadbeam. And so it was decided, although against Dave's wishes. Soon they were out on the beach and running for the cove where the _Raven_ lay at anchor. The ship had gone into hiding to escape being discovered by those on board the _Swallow_. Lemuel Hankers felt certain that Pete Rackley would so disable Captain Broadbeam's craft that the _Swallow_ would never reach the spot where the sunken treasure lay, at the bottom of the Pacific. Lemuel Hankers was on deck with his son when the party came into sight of the ship. He gazed intently at the group of running persons who were waving their hands, frantically, toward the ship. "Give me a glass!" he cried, quickly. The powerful marine glass belonging to Captain Nesik was handed to him. He gave one look, then muttered an imprecation not to be placed upon these pages. "Who is it?" questioned Bart. "Dave Fearless, Captain Broadbeam and some others, probably men from the _Swallow_!" "What!" ejaculated the youth. "And look, they act as if they wanted to board our ship!" "They must have learned of Pete Rackley's doings!" burst from Lemuel Hankers' lips, and his face grew deadly pale. "Then our jig is up, dad." "They wish to make trouble!" groaned the rich man. "I wouldn't let them on board," put in Bart, quickly. "Let us pretend not to see them and sail away." "We'll do it," answered the father. He ran to where Captain Nesik stood, and gave the necessary order. The anchor was hove apeak in double-quick order, and the command was passed to the engine room to back the _Raven_, full speed. Fortunately for the evildoers, steam was up, and in less than half a minute the _Raven_ had left the cove and was moving swiftly out into the Pacific Ocean. Those on shore could scarcely believe their eyes. "She is sailing away!" burst from Captain Broadbeam. "They do not intend to take us on board!" put in Doctor Barrell. "But do they know who we are?" questioned Bob. "They must know," said Dave. "Remember, they have powerful glasses on board. Perhaps they spotted us as soon as we came into sight." "It would please them, I suppose, to have the savages kill us," went on the captain. "I wouldn't have believed it before, but I do now--since you have told me what this Pete Rackley was to do." In bitter disappointment the crowd ran down to the very edge of the cove, Pat Stoodles at their heels. They saw a number of persons standing on the stern deck of the _Raven_, but could distinguish no faces. In less than half an hour the ship was far out to sea. While the party on the beach was watching the receding ship, Stoodles uttered a cry. "The savages. They be afther coming on again, bad cess to 'em!" The Irishman was right. The savages had found their trail and were once again after them hot-footed.