"Hark! What's that?" muttered Harry, holding up his finger.
"Part the bushes and look through."
Harry moved the tangled shrubbery aside.
They had a clear and uninterrupted view of the broad expanse of swamp, and to their delight saw the two men they were hunting for.
The villains were only fifty yards from where the Bradys crouched.
CHAPTER XVII.
CONCLUSION.
The waters of a lagoon washed the swampy shore directly in front of the place where the two detectives were crouching.
A flat-bottomed boat was tied to a log, and Sim Johnson was just in the act of casting it loose, when the detectives saw him.
Roland Mason sat in the stern, a big felt hat on his head, the wig and false mustache adjusted, and he was laughing heartily, and saying: