“Throw the confounded detective into the river!” hissed a voice.
“Over with him! Some one may come!” said another.
At this minute, two figures sprang out of the darkness and struck two of the men that were holding Nick in the air. The men struck fell to the deck like logs, and before the other two could defend themselves they had likewise been sent to the deck.
“I saved your bacon that time, Nick Carter, although you don’t deserve it,” said a familiar voice in his ear.
Nick turned, and looked into the face of a man whom he had had under arrest that afternoon.
It was Harry Block, the farmer, and with him was his Cousin Sallie.
“Where did you come from?” asked Nick.
“Oh! we just dropped in, and, seeing an old friend was in trouble, we thought that we would give him a helping hand,” laughed the farmer.
“I can assure you that I appreciate your help,” said Nick earnestly.
“Mr. Carter, ever since you threw my cousin, he has done nothing but talk about your style of rastlin’,” spoke up Sallie.