“I’ll bring the boat back in a jiffy!” he announced. “Stay here till I get back, chief!”
With much cheerfulness, Patsy let himself down into the water, and swam over to the boat. Then he climbed in and rowed back to the window.
While Nick Carter got in, his good-tempered young assistant retrieved his clothing, and in a few minutes was dressed again.
“That’s better than getting everything soaked with water!” observed Patsy. “It didn’t take long, and it wasn’t any worse than going in swimming with the boys the way I used to do.”
“I’m glad I’m out of that place, Patsy!” said Nick Carter, with a smile of gratitude. “But we’ve still got to get after Chick and Prince Marcos.”
“You bet!” agreed Patsy earnestly. “Think they are in this place somewhere?”
“You haven’t seen anybody come out, have you?”
“No. I’ll take my solemn oatmeal nobody came out while you were inside. I’ve been going around this shanty steadily.”
“Then the gang must be inside still,” declared Nick Carter. “My belief is that they have some other office room beside the one I saw them in, and that they are there now.”
Patsy looked at his chief with a puzzled expression. Nick Carter had not told him anything about his adventures in the warehouse, and he did not understand in the least how Nick had come into the cellar.