and dashed down the rocky trail leading to the cove. The path was precipitous and rocky. Joe stumbled once and fell headlong, but he was up again in an instant, spurred on by the fear that they would be recaptured. Frank reached the shore first. The motorboat was just where they had left it, but it was drawn up on the sands.
Joe raced up and the boys placed themselves, one on either side of the bow.
"All right!" gritted Frank. "Ready!"
They shoved desperately at the motorboat, and it began to move slowly out into the water of the cove.
The gangsters were drawing closer. The boys heard heavy footfalls on the rocks at the outskirts of the grove.
Bang! Bang!
The revolver crashed out again. Bullets splashed into the water. Desperately, the Hardy boys struggled with their boat.
At last the keel left the sand, and the boat slid out swiftly into the cove waters. Frank and Joe splashed out into the waves and began to scramble over the side.
Frank had a glimpse of a dark figure racing down the rocky slope toward them. He leaped to the engine.
"Here they are!" roared a voice.
More footsteps came running along the shore.
