"Good!" exclaimed Tony. "That's where we have the edge. My boat may not be as fast as the Sleuth but the gas tank's full and there's some more in that can. We'll chase him till he has to quit."
But if the gas in the Sleuth's tank was low, there was no sign of it just then. The motorboat sped on up the bay, gradually widening the distance between itself and the pursuing craft. Tony crouched at the wheel, impassively watching the flashing white streak far ahead.
"I wonder where he's heading for," said Frank.
"Along the coast, probably," Tony answered. "He'll likely get out of the bay, then head up the coast as far as he can and abandon the boat."
"That's probably what he intends to do," put in Joe. "But he'll never get out of the bay. There isn't enough gas."
It was evident that Paul Blum had no intention of seeking refuge in Barmet village. On the contrary, he was heading toward the other side of the bay, in the direction of the mouth of Willow River.
"Perhaps he intends to go up the river," ventured Frank.
Tony shook his head.
"Not if he knows what's good for him. He'd run full plump into the falls and rapids near the old mill."
"That's right, too." Frank had forgotten those obstacles.