“What’s the row up there?” inquired the Federal agent tensely as the boys climbed aboard.
“Hegarty’s men are attacking to-night!” cried Stan. “Where’s Mr. Holmes?”
“I wish I knew!” said the man emphatically. “It’s no joke—hello! Who’s there?”
The last part of his remark was addressed to the darkness from which came the sounds of a boat’s engine powerful and low!
“Agent Holmes!” came the reply in a clear quiet voice. “Hegarty has pulled a fast one and we’ve got to get reinforcements!”
“What about Dad?” demanded Stanley suddenly. “You’re not leaving him alone in this fight, are you?”
Mr. Holmes grinned in the light of the cabin lamps as he came down from the cockpit.
“Certainly not! Your father will be quite able to take care of himself, unless I miscalculate his ability, but I’m leaving two men up on the ridge to watch for him and aid him if they can. In the meantime—to Main Haven we go for more men!”
“Think we’ll be safe here in the cove till you get back, Mr. Holmes?” queried Stanley.
The agent nodded, “I believe so.”