At such a time the Dutch boy would rather have stayed with Matt and Ferral. However, a word from Matt decided him, and he and the officer hurried off together.
The other two boys, very much disheartened over the way events had fallen out at Hooligan's, unmoored the Hawk and started back toward the quarry. Well beyond the edge of town, Ferral, who was on the lookout in the forward part of the car, saw something to which he called Matt's attention.
The object was a light, almost directly underneath them, waving back and forth as though to attract their attention.
"Hello, down there!" called Matt. "Who are you?"
"Graydon," came the answer. "Is that you, King?"
"Yes."
"Well, come down and take me aboard. I've had a deuce of a time. There's a whole lot been going on that's got me queered."
"He's not the only one that's queered," muttered Ferral as Matt turned the nose of the Hawk earthward.
"Watch sharp, Dick," said Matt. "If there's more than one man there, tell me before it's too late for us to get away. I'm looking for trouble everywhere to-night."