"She's lying right off the pier, just below the spot where she was moored."
"She might as well be a thousand miles away so far as my ability to recover her is concerned. My only hope just now is that the men working for me, who were captured when Jurgens stole the boat, may be able to turn on their captors and get the Grampus back in their hands."
"Jurgens told me to tell you that he was off for the Bahamas, and that you'll have to get up in the morning if you beat him."
A frown crossed Townsend's face.
"I knew very well that was where he was going," said the owner of the Grampus.
"Had the paper he took from you," queried Matt, "anything to do with his trip to the Bahamas?"
"Everything. I can hardly understand how the theft of that chart, and of the boat, happened to come in so pat for Jurgens. But I'm going to tell you more about the chart later, Matt. Just now you're as wet as a drowned rat and must want to get back to your hotel and put on some dry clothes."
"I want to make sure, before I leave the Inlet," returned Matt, "that McMillan and the others succeed in rescuing Holcomb."
"This way, then," said Townsend, starting along the wharf; "I'll go with you. After we see Holcomb landed, I'll go with you to the hotel and broach a subject that just popped into my mind."
On reaching the end of the pier it was evident to Matt and Townsend that Holcomb had just come to the surface. A sharp cry of command came from some one in the rowboat and the craft could be seen moving swiftly away toward the right.