"Where Townsend missed it was in not letting the authorities send Jurgens up that time he crawled into Townsend's office and was caught red-handed going through his desk. If Townsend had done what he ought to then, there'd have been no trouble like this now. Sometimes it's bad policy to be too easy with——"
A loud yell came floating over the top of the sandy ridge.
Both Matt and Dick sprang excitedly to their feet.
"Carl!" exclaimed Dick.
"Sounds like he was in trouble," cried Matt. "Come on and let's see what's up."
[CHAPTER XII.]
LUCK—OR ILL-LUCK?
When Matt and Dick reached the top of the ridge they could see their Dutch chum prancing around on the beach. He was on the side of the island directly across from the cove, and the object, whatever it was, that claimed his attention seemed to be lying in the sand.
"Look, vonce!" he bawled. "Come here kevick und see vat I haf foundt!"