Minutes passed, with only the monotonous roar of the storm.
"What's the time?" asked Joe finally.
Frank switched on the flashlight and glanced at his watch.
"Half-past nine."
"Time enough yet."
They settled down to wait. Scarcely five minutes had passed before they heard a new sound above the clamor of the rain and wind.
Some one stepped up on the running board of the roadster, flung open the door, and sat down behind the wheel. The boys had not heard the intruder's approach, owing to the noise of the storm, and they sat up, startled.
The newcomer lost no time.
In a moment, the engine roared, and then the car started forward with a jerk.
It lurched across the grassy ground, then climbed up onto the Shore Road. Back in the locker, the lads were bounced and jolted against one another. They did not mind this, for there was wild joy in their hearts. At last their patient vigil had been rewarded.