"There's the sloop putting about at once and heading away from us." "They can't get away from us, in this light wind," chuckled the young chief engineer.
A few minutes later the "Morton" came up within easy hailing distance of the sloop, aboard which only one man now appeared.
"Sloop ahoy!" called the policeman.

"What are you doing in these waters ?" "Looking for a good fishing ground," answered the dark-faced man at the tiller.
"Then you're too far in by some three miles," answered the policeman.
"Thank you, cap'n," acknowledged the sailing master of the sloop.
"You're welcome," the policeman continued, "but ease off your sheet and lay to.

We want to come aboard." "You can't!" flatly retorted the skipper.
"You're wrong there," retorted the policeman.

"This is a police party, and I tell you that we are coming aboard.

Lay to, or we shall have to start a lot of trouble for you." In the policeman's hand suddenly glistened a revolver.