“That is certainly a good plan. It will save us the trouble of dragging them off to jail, if we are fortunate enough to capture them.”
Harry’s plan was accepted, and on they went.
“Look!” cried Jerry, presently, and pointed down the shore.
“I don’t see anything, Jerry.”
“Don’t you see the lights coming toward us?”
Harry strained his eyes.
“I see them now.”
“It’s a steamer coming this way.”
“My gracious, we’ll have to get out of the way or we’ll be run down!”
“She is close in shore,” went on Jerry. “I believe she’ll pass between the other row-boat and ours.”