"Whatcher talking about?" demanded Dutcher, looking almost startled.
"Hey! Mr. Dock!" bellowed Dave, using his hands as a megaphone.
The rather distant constable turned to look back.
"Please wait! There's a boy to go with you," Dave called.
"A-a-a-ll right," the answer came back.
"Hurry, Hen," Dick advised.
"But—but I don't want to go," protested Hen.
"You'd better," Dick advised him. "We housed you while it was necessary, but now there's a chance to get back to your uncle's, so you may as well go."
"I don't want——"
"Never mind about that," Dick continued firmly. "You'll be better off at your uncle's, and Constable Dock is headed that way."