Joe seized the flashlight and ran out along the path leading to the entrance of the cave.
The motorboat was not many yards away. Tony had been searching for the channel.
“Right this way!” Joe called out. “Head toward the right of the cave and you’ll be in deep water. A little further! Good!”
As the motorboat drew nearer he saw that it was filled with men and that a rowboat was being towed behind.
“We got ’em,” cried Tony exultantly. “They were just getting out of the cove in the boat when we came up.”
“Who is with you?” asked Joe.
“Police. The rest of them went up the shore road in a car.”
“We’ve caught the whole gang then. They raided the house and got the rest of the smugglers. We thought these fellows had made a getaway.”
“No chance. Although it was mighty close. They pretty nearly slipped out of the cove right under our noses.”
The boat came to a stop beside the natural wharf of rock. One or two of the officers, revolvers in hand, clambered out. Three of the smugglers had been captured while trying to escape from the cove in the rowboat.