They were confident of being able to rout the enemy. It was only the delay that worried.
"Why don't they get busy?" cried Dick, pacing up and down, his hands shoved savagely in his pockets. "I can stand anything but this waiting game. If they don't start something pretty soon, I'm going to take my gun and do a little war dance over to their part of the island all by myself if nobody else will come with me."
"Like fun you are," said Phil quietly. "We can't leave the treasure unguarded. You know that."
This seemed to give Dick pause but almost immediately he began his restless pacing up and down again.
"Then why don't they get busy?" he demanded again, as though in some mysterious way the delay were all Phil's fault.
"Probably," Phil answered, his gaze fixed on the lowering mountain where it towered far above them, "they are taking it easy to-day. They naturally think that in this fine weather we'd be out hunting the rest of the treasure. Probably Ramirez or one of his buddies will be sneaking around this evening to see what we've got."
"I suppose so," returned Dick and then he followed the direction of Phil's gaze, his eyes coming to rest on the dark cloud that hovered close above the mountain.
"The old boy looks pretty bad, doesn't he?" Dick remarked, anxiously.
"Getting worse and worse all the time," he said, adding with a grin as he drew his gaze down from the mountain, "Looks as if we were hedged in between two fires. We'll have to be pretty spry on our feet if we don't get burned by one or the other of them."
"I'll tell the world," said Tom ruefully. He had come out of the cave just in time to hear Phil's last sentence. "If old Ramirez doesn't get us, the mountain will. Bimbo says that old boy is getting ready to spill a lot of lava on us."
"Which old boy, Ramirez or the mountain?" asked Tom, trying to be funny and only getting a pitying stare for his pains.
"So Bimbo says we're going to have an eruption, does he?" remarked Phil, adding softly, as though speaking to himself, "Well, a little while ago I wouldn't have paid much attention to what Bimbo said. But now it's different. He said there wasn't any luck for us on this island, and I'm beginning to believe him."
"How about the treasure?" asked Jack Benton and Phil turned on him with a grin.