"We've caught you just as we wanted to!" added Dick.
"And you're not going to get away either," came from Sam, as he managed to close the stateroom door and put his back against it.
Mr. Bronson had said nothing. He held the former broker with one hand, and produced a pair of handcuffs with the other. Then came a double click, and Jesse Pelter found himself handcuffed.
"See here, you let me out of this!" stormed the man named Haywood. "I haven't done anything wrong. You let me go!" And he started for the door.
"Not much! You stay where you are!" cried Tom, and gave the fellow a shove which sent him sprawling backward over a berth.
In the meanwhile Dick's quick eyes had located the japanned box partly filled with the missing bonds. Other bonds lay on the berth and on the floor. The oldest Rover boy lost no time in gathering up the precious documents, and placed them in the box.
"I tell you I want you to let me go!" spluttered Haywood. "I haven't done anything wrong!"
"See here, Grimes," broke in the detective, sternly, "you sit right where you are. I know you, and you ought to know me;" and the detective took a step forward and looked the man full in the face.
"Oliver Bronson!" murmured the man who had agreed to dispose of the stolen bonds. "How did you get onto this game?"
"You'll find out about that later, Grimes."