"The very man that Dick and I rescued when he was out of his head and in the clutches of scoundrels He?
Oh, this is infamous---or crazy!" "I know it is," nodded Officer Hemingway sympathetically.

"But what am I to do when-----" "Hustle aboard, there, you Prescott and Darrin!" roared Captain Wadleigh's voice from an open window.
"You hear, Hemingway ?" urged Dave.
"Yes; but I can't help it," sighed the policeman.
"We're not going---can't-----" fluttered Darrin.

His voice was low, but it reached the captain of the eleven.
"What's that ?" roared Wadleigh, making a dash for the door of the car.

"Keep your seats, you other fellows.

I-----" "You go, Dave---you must!" commanded Dick.