"And perhaps he found out where our boathouse was, just so he could get even because we turned him over to the police," Joe put in.
"He can't be very far away," Phil Cohen pointed out. "Your father said he just escaped a little while ago."
Frank ran along the landing out to the front of the boathouse. For a moment he scanned the bay. Then he gave a sudden shout.
"I see the boat! There's the Sleuth! I'd know it anywhere!"
The others ran to his side, and Frank pointed out a flashing white shape heading far up the bay. There were very few boats out that afternoon and there was no mistaking the Sleuth as it sped eastward.
"Get Tony to chase him!" exclaimed Joe. "Quick!"
They ran hurriedly out of the boathouse and made their way down to the ramshackle building where Tony Prito kept his craft. The other boys looked up in surprise as the Hardys and their companions entered. Tony had been just on the point of starting.
"Paul Blum has stolen our boat!" Frank told him. "He's making his getaway in it now!"
"Paul Blum!" exclaimed Tony.
"Yes. The escaped prisoner. There's the
