"Yes, and Paul Gale is with him!" added the older lad. "They arrived just in time. Now we'll be all right."
"And this will wind you up, Mr. Man!" exclaimed Frank, looking at the prisoner.
"We'll see," was the sullen answer.
"We might as well put back to shore, and unload our stuff," proposed
Andy.
"No, stay on the raft," suggested Frank. "I will be easier to get in the motor boat then, as she can't run in too close to shore."
It was a good idea, for the speedy craft of Mr. Lacey, as it proved to be, could not have come in very close. But the raft made a good landing float.
"Well, Andy and Frank!" exclaimed Mr. Racer, when he could grasp their hands. "You've given us a fine scare."
"We didn't mean to," spoke Andy.
"And we have the man who caused all the trouble," added Frank. "He's a prisoner, dad. See, Paul. Here's the man we've been after."
Paul Gale pressed to the side of the motor craft as it floated near the raft. At once a strange change came over the lad's face. His cheeks flushed and his eyes grew bright. There was a look of fear, and then it gave place to one of anger. As for the prisoner he tried to turn his head away, but his bonds held him.