The captain did not want too many around lest they should spoil the
plan he had in his mind. Making the _Roaring Bess_ fast to the wharf,
he and Rod boarded the motorboat and started for home. It took them
only a few minutes to reach the shore, and they surprised Mrs. Britt as
she was lighting the kitchen fire.
"Stay and have breakfast with us, Rodney," was her friendly invitation,
after the captain had briefly related their experience on the island.
"You must be hungry after such an adventure."
Rod was only too willing to remain, and during the meal they discussed
all that had taken place during the night.
"We must take those rascals ourselves," the captain remarked. "It
would never do to allow the police to come here and land them after we
have done the rounding up."
"But how will we do it?" Rod enquired. "Maybe they carry revolvers.
Won't they shoot us down if we go near them?"
"Leave that to me, lad," and the captain smiled as his eyes roved to a
rifle standing in a corner of the room. "But come, we haven't any time
to lose. I imagine the police are on their way now. It will take them
from one and a half to two hours to run up from the city. It all
depends upon what kind of a boat they've got.
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