Drawing his automatic, the boy sent two shots into the rapidly rushing stream which lapped the sides of the building. He followed these with two more and again two and again two, emptying the pistol. As he was reloading, Francois, who had been peering across the river, cried:
"They've heard you! They are coming! I see the police boat!"
Losing little time in explanations, the police loaded the five boys into their boat, bringing the gunwales nearly to the water's edge. A rattle of revolver shots greeted the tiny craft as it pulled out of the shadow of the ruined warehouse. A man dimly outlined stood above them sending shot after shot in their direction, but with poor aim.
Highly incensed, Jimmie swung his automatic around and fired.
Instantly a scream echoed through the night.
CHAPTER XIV. The Gray Eagle Damaged.
At once the police officer at the oars hesitated. A parley was held in which it was decided to continue on their course to the station where the boys would be left and a report made.