"We are after some thieves and some parties who have abducted a girl.
Will you help us?"
"Certainly, if what you say is true. Where is the crowd?"
"They ran off in that direction," came from Sam, as he loomed up out of the darkness. "They have a yacht out there somewhere."
"Then we can't catch them—unless we get a boat," answered
Sergeant Brown.
"We have a boat, out this way," and Sam pointed with his hand.
"But I guess we had better make certain that they go out first."
"True for you, young man. Lead the way and we'll be with you."
All ran on again, Tom bringing up in the rear with Dick. Soon the cove previously mentioned was gained. They were just in time to see the Flyaway disappearing in the darkness.
"Come back here!" cried Tom. "If you don't it will be the worse for you!"
"Don't you attempt to follow us!" came savagely from Arnold
Baxter. "If you do, somebody will get shot!"
"By crickety, he's a bad one!" cried the second police officer.