Water was streaming down the man's face. He was thoroughly aroused by now.
He was still too dazed to recognize the Hardy boys. As he sat on the beach, with his wet hair down over his eyes, his clothes completely soaked, he was a ridiculous object, and his expression of mingled wrath and surprise made it difficult for the lads to restrain their laughter.
"Lemme go!" demanded Schaum, struggling to release his wrists, without success.
Frank shook his head.
"Nothing doing. You're wanted back in Bayport, Schaum, and that is where you're going."
Schaum gasped.
"Bayport!" he said, after a moment. "Where's that? I never heard of the place."
"Oh, yes you have. You escaped from the Bayport jail, Schaum, and they'll be glad to see you back again."
"You're crazy!" the rascal stormed. "I was never in any jail!"
"How about the stolen automobiles on the Shore Road?"