"Joe and Chet and I have our motorcycles," said Frank. "Biff will go with you, and look after the captain."
"Righto! We'll make it in good time, I fancy."
The Hardy boys and their chums thereupon thanked the fisherman for his trouble. He seemed relieved that he was not called on to make the long journey into Bayport.
"Write and let me know how the old gentleman gets along," he requested before he left the boys. "I hope he recovers all right."
The boys promised that they would do so. Then the Hardy boys and Chet mounted their motorcycles, Biff got into the automobile with Mr. Jacobson to look after Captain Royal in the back seat, and they started off.
Frank and Joe often talked of that wild ride back to the city. Jacobson's car was big and powerful and he wasted no time on the road. They realized that the matter was urgent and that it was necessary for Captain Royal to receive medical attention as soon as possible, so they paid little attention to the speed laws. The big car roared along the Shore Road, and the motorcycles clattered on behind.
"We should be there by midnight, at this rate," grunted Joe, as they sped around a curve.
"We're going back a lot quicker than we left," replied his brother.
At length they came within sight of the twinkling lights of Bayport. The roar of the big automobile did not diminish. At breakneck speed they clattered into the city limits.
In the back seat of the car, Biff turned frequently to look at the unconscious form beside him. To his relief, Captain Royal was still breathing.