"That was the name."
"I know his ship. We've been trying to catch that villain for years. Darst, go on up and see how the rest of the men made out at the house on the cliff and take as many officers as they can spare. There's a passage up through the rocks, I take it?"
"Regular staircase all the way, sir," remarked Darst, one of the raiding officers.
"Good! Don't lose any time."
The three smugglers were taken out of the boat and handcuffed, then escorted up the stairs, while the burly man, who was the chief of a squad of federal agents undertaking a drive against the smugglers on that part of the coast, remained with the motorboat.
Within a short time Darst returned with three more officers. He reported that a clean sweep had been made at the house.
"They have 'em all handcuffed and sittin' in the kitchen," he said. "Mr. Hardy got Snackley—"
"Snackley?" exclaimed the federal man. "Is it his gang?"
"Yes, sir. He got Snackley in the cellar. One of his sons tackled Redhead Blount, one of Snackley's sidekicks, and held him down until the police came in. When we brought our three in, that finished the round-up."
"It does, so far. We're going out and grab
