Koku, you, and Mr. Whitford and Mr. Damon take care of them. Tie 'em up."
"Bless my hat band!" cried the eccentric man, "What a great capture! Where are we?"
"Not far from Shopton," answered Tom. "But look after the prisoners."
There was a cry of astonishment from Mr. Whitford as he reached the sullen occupants of the smugglers' craft.
"Here are the Fogers—father and son!" the agent called to Tom. "They were in it after all. Great Scott! What a surprise. And here are a lot of men whom I've been after for some time! Oh, Tom Swift, this is a capture."
"What right have you to use these high-handed methods on us?" demanded Mr. Foger pompously.
"Yes, dad make 'em let us go; we haven't done anything!" snarled Andy.
"I guess you won't go yet a while," said the agent. "I'll have a look inside this craft. Keep 'em covered, Tom. "
"I will. I guess Andy knows what this rifle can do. See if Ned is a prisoner."
There was a few moments of waiting during which Koku and Mr. Damon securely bound the prisoners. Then Mr. Whitford reappeared. He was accompanied by some one.
