They mounted their motorcycles and drove back to Bayport. The house was in darkness. Quietly, they went up the back stairs and gained their bedroom.
"Spearing fish!" said Frank in a disgusted voice, as he began to unlace his boots.
He glanced at Joe, who was grinning broadly. Then, as they thought of their cautious pursuit of the two fishermen and of their certainty that they had found the automobile thieves at last, they began to laugh.
"The joke is on us," snickered Joe.
"It sure is. I hope the game wardens don't tell any one about this."
"If Chet Morton ever gets hold of it we'll never hear the end of the affair."
But Chet, who had a way of picking up information in the most unexpected quarters, did hear of it.
CHAPTER XI
Fish