"Sure, Captain."
"Well, when you get there, spread all this stuff out in the back end of the garage where it'll get a chance to dry off." In ten minutes the car had been lashed securely and towed off. I heard the tow truck motor labor as it went up the hill toward the road.
"Captain," Prine said, "shall I have the men keep looking? It's getting too dark to do much good. They haven't had any luck."
"Might as well save it until morning. Tom, can you detail some of your boys to help out in the morning?"
"I can send a couple around."
The spectators had gone, most of them. A wiry little man came over to where we stood. The swimmer, back in uniform, had come down from the cabin. I could smell a strong reek of liquor on his breath. Somebody had evidently found a cold preventative for him.
Prine said to the elderly little man, "I told you people to stay back there."
"Don't you bark and show your teeth at me, boy. I want to talk to you fellows. Maybe you might learn something."
"Get off the—"
"Hold it, Steve," Captain Marion said in a mild voice. "What's your name?"