CHAPTER XIII
MR. DAMON DANCES
“Hello! Hello!” the young inventor called into the transmitter. “What is it?”
He did not recognize the voice at first, but the speaker soon identified himself as Joe Corrigan, the officer in charge of the squad of men who had gone to Rattlesnake Island in an endeavor to apprehend the three men.
“But they had flew the coop, Mr. Swift,” reported Joe Corrigan. “Not hide nor hair of ’em on the place.”
“Did you find the house?”
“Oh, sure! And we saw where you and Mr. Newton broke out. But the men must have skipped right after they found you had got away.”
“I suppose so. What about their boat?”
“No trace of that, either. I’m sorry we didn’t get ’em!”