“Oh for a boat!” cried Frank. “If we had one—even our Ellen—we might catch them!”
“But we haven’t,” said Ned, sadly, as he saw the powerful craft, containing the escaping revolutionists, speeding out into the bay. The cutters and motor boats of the warship were some distance away, some of them having been taken back to the Georgetown.
One of the men who was among the last to leap into the boat after Bernardo, carried a large tin box. He seemed to be very careful of it.
“Probably it contains what cash they have left,” said Frank.
“Yes, and perhaps papers that might serve to free Uncle Phil,” added his brother. “Oh, Frank, we simply must get those fellows!”
“What’s the trouble?” asked Mr. Kennedy, who came running up at that moment. He was rather stout, and had been winded by the pursuit. “Where are Bernardo and his rascals?” he asked.
“There they go,” replied Frank, pointing to the motor boat, now well away from shore.
“And one of them has a tin box full of money with him,” added Ned.
“Not much money left among the revolutionists,” was the comment of the coffee man. “Besides, if there is, you can be sure Bernardo has it safely put away somewhere. He wouldn’t take any chances carrying it with him in that fashion.”
“But there was something of value in the box,” Frank insisted.