It only took Gradbarr a few seconds to obey, and then he came back to gloat once more over Ned. But once more Camberly cut him short.
“You take his feet. I’ll take his head,” he ordered. “Come on, quick march for the boat.”
“Oh, guv’ner, ain’t this a treat,” chuckled Gradbarr, as he obeyed. “But how did you ever come to show up in the nick of time?”
“Why, we found when we reached the boat that one of the spark plugs needed tightening up,” responded Camberly, with a snicker. “I volunteered to come back to the car for a wrench. Luckily I came softly, and arrived very opportunely for you.”
“I should say so,” agreed Gradbarr. “It seems that this young rooster had it all cut and dried to send me to prison.”
“And you’ll get there yet, you scoundrel,” Ned burst out, and was angry at himself the next minute for his exhibition, for Camberly broke into a brutal laugh.
“My, isn’t somebody mad,” he chortled. “Well, we’ll see if a little solitary confinement won’t prove a good cure for a fit of bad temper.”
In a moment more Ned felt himself being lifted from the ground and carried rapidly through the woods toward the shore. As they emerged on the beach, a voice hailed them. It was Ferriss.
“What on earth have you got there?” he demanded, peering through the darkness at the bundle Gradbarr and Camberly were carrying.