Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased.
'It's no good,' said Bill, in a low voice. 'We'll have to surrender. I don't want them to machine-gun the boat.'
He stood up waving both hands above his head. A boat put off from the seaplane and came rapidly towards them. In it were three men, one of them holding a revolver in his hand.
The children waited panic stricken, fearing to hear a shot. The boat came nearer - and suddenly there was a shout of amazement ...
