Then he climbed in himself, dripping like a shaggy Newfoundland dog.
"Put in at the dock now," the young chief ordered, and the boat started on its way.
"Some one signaling from the wall lower down," Tom soon informed the negro pilot.

"Put in where you see the signaling." "It is I, Corbett," called the foreman of that name.

"Mr.Reade, these two men with me belong to the Blixton police." "Perhaps you had rather walk down to the dock, then, instead of getting into the boat," laughed Reade.

"We have four bombs aboard, just taken out of the wall above here." Accordingly the three turned and walked.

At the landing the policemen gazed curiously at the bombs.
"Do you want to take charge of these ?" Reade queried.
"Not particular about it," replied the policeman, with a shrug.