Part 19 (2/2)
”Sure looks like it,” the sergeant said, pa.s.sing over the binoculars.
After a brief look, Bud explained the hunch that had occurred to him.
”I'll bet that guy's waiting with clothes for the frogmen. He probably got here late and doesn't realize they've been nabbed!”
”Well, he'll soon find out,” the police driver said grimly. He was about to start up the jeep when Bud stopped him again.
”Wait! You have no proof that's what he's here for,” Bud pointed out.
The pilot suggested that the police keep out of sight while he and Mel approached the man in their swimming gear. ”If that stranger takes the bait, we'll really have the goods on him!” Bud concluded.
”Smart idea, son,” the sergeant said with a dry chuckle. ”Go to it!”
Bud and Mel circled widely through the trees, took a quick dip in the water, then approached along the beach as if they had just landed and were searching for someone.
To their delight, the man rose from behind the sand dune and hailed them. Bud and Mel hurried over to him.
”You have clothes for us?” Bud asked. ”We just came ash.o.r.e from the sub!”
”Yeah, right here,” the man said in English with no trace of an accent.
”Thought I'd missed you.”
”Thanks, pal--that's all we want to know!”
The man gaped in comic dismay as Bud pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. Moments later, the two police officers rushed up and handcuffed him.
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”Hey! What's the big idea?” the man stammered. ”I ain't done nothing.
Just got a phone call this morning, offering me fifty bucks to bring two sets of clothes down to the beach at five o'clock for a couple of divers.”
”Tell that to the FBI!” snapped the sergeant.
When the officers had departed with their new prisoner, Bud and Mel, both grinning, dived into the surf and headed out to sea.
In a few minutes they were sure they were at the right spot to meet the jetmarine. But it was gone!
CHAPTER XIV
A PROPAGANDA BLITZ
As the _Sea Hound_ returned to Fearing Island from its search for Bud's jetmarine, Tom was beside himself with worry. Had his experiment cost the lives of his best friend and the other crewmen aboard?
”I'll never forgive myself if anything's happened to them!” Tom muttered bleakly.
Hank Sterling squeezed the young inventor's arm. ”You know Bud's high spirits, skipper,” he said. ”He may have taken off on some crazy lark.”
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