may be fool enough to try it."

The _Arthur B. Grover_ had rounded the point and was feeling its way
toward Heart o' Dreams.

Archie recognized Perky, industriously taking soundings and lazily
giving orders to the man at the wheel.

"How much does she show?" called the Governor.

"A coupla clothes lines deep," replied Perky without taking the pipe
from his mouth.

His air of unconcern, his complete absorption in the business of getting
the tug in position to unload, the nonchalant manner in which he
directed the pilot, greatly enhanced Archie's admiration for Perky.

Two men were rigging up a crane to land the bags, boxes and crates that
were piled on deck in prodigal profusion.

"There's our new launch trailing behind like clouds of glory," said the
Governor. "A very snappy little affair it is."

"And a very snappy little man is hanging over the rail of the tug
gripping an umbrella. How do you suppose Perky's explaining all this to
Eliphalet?"

"Trust Perky to be plausible. Wait till father Congdon sees Putney and
you'll hear an imitation of the ichthyosaurus singing its song of hate."

Carey's launch had effected a half circle round Heart o' Dreams landing
and was now drawing nearer. There were two men aboard and Leary, having
put himself between the launch and the tug, signaled the Governor by
lifting one arm high over his head, and then extending it horizontally.
A careless observer would have thought he was only stretching himself.

"That means," the Governor explained, "that there's a suspicious person
on Carey's launch; and," he continued, after watching Leary's further
telegraphing, "that Congdon has identified him as the gentleman who
interviewed him at Huddleston this morning. Everything's going
smoothly."

By the time the _Arthur B. Grover_ had warped in, Carey had brought his
launch to within a dozen yards of the tug, and his companion was
standing up anxiously scrutinizing the men on board.

"Prisoners!" he bawled; "every one of you a prisoner! I know you, Perky;
and you needn't try any tricks on me or it'll be the worse for you. And
don't you fellows on that wharf try any funny business with me!"

Perky, busily getting the crane in working order, paid no heed whatever
to these threats uttered in the authoritative tone of one who is
confident of the support of the army and navy of the United States.
Carey loudly seconded the detective's demand for the immediate and
unconditional surrender o