A light row-boat was drawn upon the beach. This Gregg pushed off into the water, and sprung in, the countess following him. Then, seizing the oars, he pulled with all his skill and strength toward the steamer.
At the same time, a boat manned by half a dozen men, pulled out from the beach in front of the village, and this, too, was headed toward the steamer.
"Ha! they've suspected our dodge!" Gregg growled, on discovering the pursuit. "Curse them! I did not think discovery of our flight would be made so quickly."
"Will zey reach ze boat first?"
"By no means. I've got the start, and the steamer is a good half a mile farther from them than us, if not more!"
Let us look after Fritz.
The roof of the old rookery on the bluff has just fallen in, and millions of sparks go up toward the cloudy sky.
Is the young detective still within that old building?
He had heard Hartly, when he ran through the house, setting fire to it, and had yelled at the top of his voice for assistance.