An instant later George was holding on to their captive with an iron grip.
"Shut down.

I've got him!" he yelled.

Billy obeyed, and the half-breed was hauled into the launch, kicking and struggling furiously.
"Get a rope," commanded George.

"There's a coil of it in the bow of the launch." Five minutes later the Indian was lying in the bottom of the boat tied beyond all possibility of escape, and the boys were triumphantly heading for camp.
"We've got the Indian!" yelled Larry to the little group on shore as the launch neared the landing in front of the Tramp Club's camp.
"We've been watching for you," called Harriet.

"We saw you when you were away up the lake.