Jerry, thinking Wash Crosby seriously hurt, was taken completely by
surprise.

Crosby caught him by the shoulder and forced him far under the water, and
then did his best to hold him there.

Crosby was a powerful fellow, and he well understood what defeat and
capture meant--a term in prison.

But, as we know, Jerry's muscles were like iron, and his first surprise
over, he went for Crosby tooth and nail.

With a powerful twist he freed himself from the rascal's grasp and swam
some distance away.

Then coming up behind Crosby, the young oarsman let out with his right
fist.

The blow took the Rockpoint bully behind the ear, and Crosby let out a
wild yell of pain, broken by a gasp for air, as he went under the bosom of
the ocean.

As he went down, our hero gave him an extra shove and then swam with all
speed for the row-boat, which had drifted several yards away.

He saw Harry and Si Peters standing up in the boat. Peters had just struck
at his chum, and Harry had partly dodged the vicious blow.

But the broken oar landed on Harry's arm, causing him to cry out from
pain.

"Drop that, Si Peters."

The command, coming so unexpectedly, startled Peters. He turned, to find
Jerry at the gunwale directly behind him.

"Oh, Jerry, help!" cried Harry.

Si Peters gave a low yell of rage.

Again Harry sprang away, and now armed himself with an oar.

"You can't frighten me, you fool!" shouted Peters. "Don't you dare to put
your hand on the boat!"

And as Jerry grasped the gunwale, Peters raised his heavy foot as if to
crush our hero's fingers.

But Jerry was too quick for him.

He dropped off. Then whizz! something dark flew through the air.

It was part of the broken oar, thrown by Jerry, and it took Si Peters in
the neck.

"Whack him one, Harry, while you have the chance!"

Harry needed no advice on the subject. He sprang in, and a second later a
resounding crack laid Si Peters flat on his back.

"That was a good one," cried Jerry, as he clambered over the side. "Now
bind him before he comes to."

"Haven't a blessed thing," replied Harry.

"Here is some cord. Tie his hands together."

While Harry was doing this, Jerry began to look around for Wash Crosby.

"This way! We are in trouble!" yelled Crosby.

"Pshaw!" exclaimed Jerry. "He'll have that yacht down on us in another
minute."

But for once the young oarsman was mistaken. The men on the Redeye had no
desire, after befriending Si Peters and