Jack Curtiss and Bill Bender," said Rob decisively, "I'm going to take a run up to Hampton.

Joe, you'll come along, and you, Merritt, and Tubby.

If that letter was delivered, as I imagine it was, Joe's parents must be in a terrible state of anxiety by now and we must hurry up and see them at once." "Right," agreed Merritt, and a few moments later, having left the captain and the others ashore, the Boy Scouts and their young leader were speeding toward Hampton.

With the craft lightened as she was, they made good time and arrived at the yacht club pier speedily.
News of the events which had transpired at the island had evidently reached the town, for Mr.Wingate himself, with Mr.Blake and Merritt's father were at the landing as the Flying Fish glided up to it.
The three elders were almost as enthusiastic as the boys had been over the safe recovery of Joe, the details attendant on which Rob rapidly sketched to them.

He had hardly concluded and had not had time to ask how they knew of the kidnapping when a wild-eyed man in faded old farm clothes, accompanied by an equally distracted woman, came rushing down to the wharf.
"Where's them Boy Scouts?
I allers knew no good would come of my son joining 'em," the man shouted.