Then she saw them!

A big, vicious looking man with black hair and black bushy eyebrows was
lifting Dodo--her little Dodo--out of the boat. And while she looked,
her heart beating wildly, hardly able to believe the evidence of her
eyes, the man stretched out his hand for the boy, who sat crouched in
the back of the boat. Then followed something that made Mollie cry out
in rage.

Because the boy hung back in evident terror, the man struck him across
the face, and, seizing his hand, jerked him roughly out of the boat.

"Dodo! Paul!" screamed Mollie, racing down toward them, unmindful of wet
feet and sodden clothing. "Babies, it's Mollie! Your own Mollie who--"

But her voice was drowned in a shriek from the twins as they tore
themselves loose from the man and flung themselves upon her. She dropped
to her knees in the sand and strained them to her, laughing, crying,
sobbing out endearments while they clung to her frantically, burying
their faces in her neck.

"Don't let wicked man get Dodo!" sobbed the little girl. "He's bad man!
He hurt Dodo."

With a cry Mollie jumped to her feet, an arm about each of the twins,
and looked about for the man. The passengers who had also come ashore in
the boat stood looking on in bewilderment. But the Spaniard had
disappeared.

"Where did that man go?" cried Mollie frantically. "There he is!" she
added, as she caught sight of him just approaching the foot of the
bluff, evidently bent on flight. "Don't let him get away! He's a
kidnapper!"

Several of the men were already racing off in pursuit, and as the
Spaniard was a heavy man and not over agile, the foremost of them soon
overtook him.

He seemed to put up little resistance, evidently realizing that he was
too heavily out-numbered. He surrendered to the inevitable and contented
himself with merely glowering.

"Come on," cried Mollie, taking the beloved twins by the hand and
starting back along the beach while the girls joyfully accompanied her,
talking and ejaculating all at the same time, no one knowing what the
other was saying--nor caring. The wonderful fact was enough for them.

When they scrambled up to the top of the bluff they found the men
awaiting them with the sullen captive in their midst.

"What'll we do with him, Miss?" asked one of them respectfully, touching
his cap to Mollie.

"Do with him?" cried Mollie, regarding the Spaniard with flashing eyes.
"There isn't anything bad enough to do to him. But for th