“Yes, they had to carry him. Seasick, I guess. They asked me where there was a boarding house, and the nearest doctor.”
“And you told them?” asked Larry eagerly.
“I sent them to the Imperial, one block down,” replied the man. “It’s a decent hotel-boarding house, and there’s doctors nearby. That’s all I knew.”
“And it’s enough!” cried the young reporter, pressing a bill into the man’s hand. “They’re the ones I want. I’ve got them at last. If Lorenzo is sick they can’t move him in a hurry. Getting sick may mean his being taken out of the scoundrels’ hands.
“Now for the last act with the kidnappers,” and Larry squared his shoulders, and set off for the Imperial.
CHAPTER XXV
A HAPPY MOTHER—CONCLUSION
“And so they came ashore in a small boat,” mused Larry, as he neared the hotel. “I begin to see what happened. Either their machinery gave out, and they had to leave their craft, or they were afraid to land in her, for fear of arousing suspicion. But I think this is the beginning of the end.”
He walked up to the clerk’s desk in the hotel.
“Two men and a boy,” began Larry briskly. “The boy is ill. You have them here?”