"We got the word from Bloomsbury, and your father hired this tug right
away, Andy Bird, to follow you out on the lake, if so be you kept after
the rascals," said a tall gentleman with a white mustache, who, they
afterwards learned, was the mayor of the city on the lake shore. "Now
what can we do for you?"
"Please stand by, and let's see if we can get away," answered Frank, "if
not we'll have to go on board, and tow the hydroplane behind, but since
relieved of so much extra weight the pontoons have risen again; and I
expect she'll go."
And she did, with the very first effort, beginning to move over the
surface of the water in the lee of the tug; then, as Frank hastened to
elevate the planes, the airship started to mount and when free from the
lake a mighty cheer broke from the lips of those aboard the small
vessel, even Casper Blue joining in giving the brave lads their just
dues.
Frank carefully started back toward the American side of the lake. He
did not know whether the capture had been made on the Canadian side or
not, and as the question was never raised, even in the trail of the bank
robbers it was never wholly clear in his mind.
When they reached land it was early night; and save that the wind had
lulled considerably, they would not have been able to get in for a long
time after that.
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