“On the landward side of that old Brownell place, Dad, they’ve built a high fence of heavy strands of wire on steel poles,” said Bob. “I bumped into it the other day. They haven’t quite reached the shore with it, however, although I suppose they intend to.”
“Well, this is interesting,” said Mr. Hampton. “I wonder––”
He paused, looking thoughtful.
“What, Dad?” asked Jack.
“Oh,” said his father. “New York undoubtedly is the center of powerful groups of men seeking to evade the prohibition law by bringing liquor illicitly into the country. Much of the liquor is brought by ship from the Bahamas and the West Indies, and then smuggled ashore in various ways. Perhaps, the old Brownell house, built by a pirate of yesterday, is the home of a modern pirate, who directs activities from this secluded spot.”
CHAPTER IV
ON THE TRAIL
After a rather late breakfast next morning for, it being vacation, the boys were under no necessity to rise early and being healthy lads took full measure of sleep, Jack appeared at the Temple home, and the three went into conference. Mr. Temple, head of a big exporting firm, had left early for the city by automobile. Mr. Hampton, reported Jack, had done likewise with his guest.