then Tom tied his handkerchief to a stick and held it up.
"Ahoy there!" came from Arnold Baxter. "Will you honor the flag of truce?"
"Yes," yelled Sergeant Brown.
"And let us have our distance after our talk is over, if we can't come to terms?"
"Yes."
"All right, then; we'll come close enough to talk to you."
Slowly and cautiously the Flyaway drew nearer, until all on board of Harris' yacht could see their enemies quite plainly.
Arnold Baxter was armed with a shotgun, while Buddy Girk and Dan Baxter carried pistols. Mumps kept out of sight as much as possible, while Bill Goss attended to the steering of the boat. Dora and Mrs. Goss were below.
"Well, what have you got to say?" demanded Dick, as soon as the others were within easy talking distance.
"How many on board of that yacht?" demanded Arnold Baxter, as he looked at the police officers glumly.
"Enough," replied Dick. "Is that all you've got to say?"
"Don't grow impudent, boy. It won't set well."
