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Snackley plunged forward and they lost their footing, rolling about in the mud. Suddenly, Fenton Hardy wrenched his arm free, sprawled over and managed to seize Snackley's revolver. He pressed it against Snackley's side.
The smuggler gave in. He flung his arms above his head.
"I'm licked," he muttered sullenly.
They got slowly to their feet, Fenton Hardy keeping a watchful eye on the captive. Upstairs they could hear the uproar continuing as the police still gave battle to the smugglers.
"Upstairs!" snapped the detective curtly. Without taking his eyes off Snackley he said to the man on the cot.
"We'll come back for you later—Mr. Jones."
