“Never mind, I don’t want the old suit,” was the reply, coming from some distance in toward shore.
“That settles it,” whispered Jerry. “Crosby and Peters are in a row-boat pulling for shore, beyond a doubt.”
“That’s all right,” replied Harry. “I would rather tackle them than all those on the Redeye.”
The row-boat was headed for the west.
How far off the shore was they did not know.
They had located the voice of Crosby and now steered in the direction.
Jerry at the bow continued to keep his ears on the alert.
“A little to the right, now,” he said. “That’s it. If you don’t make too much noise we’ll surprise them completely.”
“I think the best thing we can do is to follow them after they land, until they reach some place where we can have them locked up, Jerry.”