CHAPTER VI.
UNDERGROUND.
Leonard had scarcely left the shore two rods behind him when his pursuer reached the point where he had leaped into the boat.
Pausing a moment and retracing his steps, he ran to the base of a high cliff of rocks, and again blew his whistle.
“Ratter! Beattie! Hawkins! Out here, quick! There’s work to do.”
“Hi! Snags, what is it?” responded a voice apparently coming from the depths of the rock.
“I had a prisoner and he has flown. He is in a boat now, rowing for dear life.”
“In a boat! How in thunder did you come to let him get a boat? Who is he, anyhow?”
“Do not ask any questions, but be after him as quick as you can. He must not escape!”
“Well, I’ll call the boys.”