, I guess we can get aboard," spoke Frank at length. "It's been
quite an adventure for us, and I'm glad it's about over. Paul Gale
will soon know who he is."

"We'll see," sneered the man.

The raft was afloat. With their paddles the boys began to work it
slowly from shore. The wind caught their small sail.

Suddenly Frank, who was seated ahead of his brother, uttered a cry.

"Sail ho! Sail ho!" he shouted.

"Where?" demanded Andy.

"Right over there and she's headed this way," said Frank, pointing.
"It's a big motor boat. I believe it's coming to rescue us, Andy!
Let's wait a bit!"

Eagerly they looked to where a speedy craft was plowing over the waters
of the great bay. Frantically they shouted and waved anything they
could find until answering signals told them that theirs had been seen.

CHAPTER XXX

THE ACCUSATION--CONCLUSION

"Frank! Andy!" came a hail from the swift motor boat.

"It's dad!" cried the two brothers together.

"Yes, and Paul Gale is with him!" added the older lad. "They arrived
just in time. Now we'll be all right."

"And this will wind you up, Mr. Man!" exclaimed Frank, looking at the
prisoner.

"We'll see," was the sullen answer.

"We might as well put back to shore, and unload our stuff," proposed
Andy.

"No, stay on the raft," suggested Frank. "I will be easier to get in
the motor boat then, as she can't run in too close to shore."

It was a good idea, for the speedy craft of Mr. Lacey, as it proved to
be, could not have come in very close. But the raft made a good
landing float.

"Well, Andy and Frank!" exclaimed Mr. Racer, when he could grasp their
hands. "You've given us a fine scare."

"We didn't mean to," spoke Andy.

"And we have the man who caused all the trouble," added Frank. "He's a
prisoner, dad. See, Paul. Here's the man we've been after."

Paul Gale pressed to the side of the motor craft as it floated near the
raft. At once a strange change came over the lad's face. His cheeks
flushed and his eyes grew bright. There was a look of fear, and then
it gave place to one of anger. As for the prisoner he tried to turn
his head away, but his bonds held him.

"Ha! Now I remember!" cried Paul. "I know you, James Shallock! I
remember all! It all comes back to me when I see you face to face."

"Who is he?" asked Frank eagerly.

"And who are you, if you can tell us?" demanded Mr. Racer. This was
more important than learning about the