CHAPTER XV
Smugglers
The thought struck Frank Hardy like a thunderbolt!
The appearance of the stranger had been so sinister, he was so evidently a lawless and desperate man who was accustomed to being obeyed, and his presence in this place indicated too clearly that he had some connection with the house on the cliff, that Frank's deduction seemed quite logical.
"Snackley!" exclaimed Joe. "It must be him."
"The head of the smugglers!"
"I've never seen a picture of Snackley and I've never heard him described," said Joe. "But that fellow looks just as I had pictured Snackley would look."
"He's a leader of some kind—you can tell that by his manner," put in Tony Prito.
"He's the fellow who chased Jones that day in the motorboat."
"And he'll chase us, too," declared Tony,
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