The girl pondered a moment.
Cool reflection showed her the wisdom of Harry's plan.
"You are right," she admitted, reluctantly. "I'm so anxious to have something done for my poor father's instant relief that I can hardly suppress my impatience, though."
"We understand your feelings in the matter," replied Old King Brady, quietly. "But we know best how to handle your cousin. If you will leave the matter to our judgment, we will stand a better chance of making a success of our plans."
It required no argument to convince the girl, and she sighed, and said:
"Very well, Mr. Brady. Do as you think best. All I ask is that you will not lose any time about going to my father's rescue."
They discussed the matter fully that night.
In the morning the detectives returned to the swamp.
A careful examination was made of the dreary waste of mud and water, but they failed to see any signs of their men.
It was a bright, sunny day, but a dense vapor hung over the marshy land, and the officers went through it to the island.