then returned to the Sleuth again, tying the loose end of the rope securely, so that the motorboat could be towed.
Swiftly, Frank brought his boat around to the bow of the remaining craft, where the process was repeated. Joe snubbed one end of a length of stout rope to the bow, the other to the stern of the next boat. The two craft were now ready to be towed away by the Sleuth.
There was a sharp clattering of rock from among the bluffs near the cove. Then a shout:
"Red! They're stealing the boats!"
"Head 'em off!" roared another voice frantically from behind. "Don't let them get away!"
But already the engine of the Sleuth was roaring its message of triumph to the pursuers. Slowly, the motorboat began to make its way out of the cove.
And slowly, the ropes tightened. The two motorboats began moving behind. Joe had raised the anchor in each case and the craft were free to follow the lead boat.
There was a yell of dismay from the shore.
"They're starting out! They've got the boats!"
This was followed by a fusillade of shots. The man on the beach opened fire, and his companion farther back among the rocks did likewise. Bullets whistled past the Sleuth. But, in the darkness, the men on shore could take
