As he walked with them to the dock, Mr. Prenwood said he knew Owen would get home all right, somehow, and he made the boys promise to come and see him.
Blickens sat in the launch. “I’m sorry I was so rough,” said Blickens.
“I didn’t think you were so rough,” said Allan, reassuringly, as he stowed the convict’s clothes in the Arabella.
“A souvenir?” laughed Mr. Prenwood.
Allan explained that he had made up his mind to hand the clothes over to Detective Dobbs. “He owns the Arabella,” said Allan, “and we can go right to his dock.”
“I understand,” said Mr. Prenwood. “Make the best time you can, Blickens. You see you are to take him to a detective after all.”
Blickens looked rather uncomfortable. He did his utmost to make things right with Allan. The Arabella was made fast to the launch by a long line, the boys taking their seats in the launch.
Mr. Prenwood waved his hand, and shouted a cheery good-by as the launch and cat-boat slid out into the river.