“It is impossible to do that,” said Mr. Rockwell, and Mrs. Rockwell nodded her head vigorously.
“The only thing I am sorry about,” said Bob, “is that we have not been able to catch the fellows in the motor boat who ran the rowboat down. They ought to be sent to jail on the double quick.”
“It turns out,” said Mr. Rockwell, “that they 45 were not only heartless brutes, but thieves as well. We found out yesterday that the boat had been stolen from Mr. Wentworth, who is one of the guests at the hotel where we are stopping. They left an old rowboat in its place. Mr. Wentworth has put the police on the track of the thieves, but as yet nothing has been heard of them. I am afraid they have made good their escape.”
“I only hope,” declared Bob, “that I may live long enough to get my hands on the throat of one or both of them.”
“I’d like that privilege,” returned Mr. Rockwell warmly, “but I am afraid the chances are slim. They may be hundreds of miles away by this time.”
“Well,” said Joe, “the arm of the law is long and it may reach them yet.”
“Here’s hoping,” said Bob.