Chapter 25 THE GREAT INVASION

Quexo's warning was only too true. Less than a mile from the reef the sea was dotted with the brown mat sails of a large fleet of native craft all heading for the island.

"Forty canoes at least, by Jove!" ejaculated Mr. McKay. "And taking twenty men to each-a low average-that means there are eight hundred of the wretches making straight for us."