He came here instead of going to his
own shore on purpose to send a telephone message to the city. He had
thought all this out, and knew that there was no time to be lost.
Near the wharf lived the storekeeper, who had charge of the telephone,
and with some difficulty he was awakened by heavy thumps upon the door
of his house. He was astonished to see Captain Josh standing outside,
and it was several minutes before he realised what was wanted.
"Want to telephone, eh?" he at last queried.
"Sure. Haven't I been tryin' to tell ye that fer the last five
minutes?"
"Very important?"
"Should say so. D'ye s'pose I'd be prowlin' around at this time of the
mornin' if it wasn't?"
It took the storekeeper some time to get Central in the city, and to
become connected with the Police Station. Then the captain stepped to
the 'phone and gave his message. "They're on the island now," he said
in conclusion, "and I'll keep a good watch out. Ye'd better send some
men up at once.
"They're a stupid lot of blockheads down there," he growled, as he hung
up the receiver. "They didn't know where Kidd's Island is--jist think
of that. And they wanted to know how long it would take a motor-boat
to reach the place.
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