ou, Clancy?"

Two boats, at that moment, were searching for the motor wizard. One, of
course, held enemies and was coming from the _Sylvia,_ the other,
carrying Hill and Burton, was approaching from the pier.

It was Hiram Hill who had hailed. Clancy knew, for he had recognized the
voice.

"This way, Hiram!" the motor wizard cried.

Two boats were aimed in Clancy's direction, and two pairs of oars struck
the water.

"Crack your back, Burton!" yelled Hill, "If you want to get even with
Wynn, now's your chance! Do your prettiest! The two men from the
_Sylvia_ are trying to beat us to Clancy--and it's a close race."

Hill could see the dark form in the water, and the black shadow of the
other boat rushing toward it. An idea flashed through his mind--an idea
as dangerous as it might possibly be successful.

"Starboard oar, Burton!" he whooped. "Hard on the starboard oar!"

Burton's back was to the exciting little scene. He could only obey
orders as he heard them. All his strength went suddenly into the
starboard oar. The boat began to whirl; and then:

Crash! The bow of the craft swung against the side of the boat from the
_Sylvia._ The _Sylvia's_ men were dumped into the water, but Hill flung
himself on the port gunwale of his own boat and kept it from turning
turtle.

Burton, hurled from his seat by the force of the collision, picked
himself up and took note of the situation Hill had caused. Two life
preservers came whizzing from the deck of the _Sylvia,_ and the two men
in the water each grabbed one.

"Bully!" yelled Burton, as Hill helped Clancy aboard. "There's the
satchel! Clancy brought away the grip with the money! Oh, this is better
than I hoped for!"

The motor wizard dropped with a splash into the bottom of the boat.
While Hill held up his head and wrung the water out of his red hair,
Burton got back on the midship thwart and grabbed the oars.

"Where's Katz, Clancy?" Hill asked.

"He must be on the _Sylvia,_" Clancy answered.

"No use trying to go back after him, is there?"

"Great Scott, no! Hogan and Wynn would get the satchel away from me, if
we went back. Anyhow, we're not indebted to Bob Katz for anything. If he
hadn't turned on me, at the last moment, and taken the satchel away at
the point of a gun, he and I would both have got clear of the _Sylvia_
in the dinghy. Katz is to blame for what happened."

"That's like him!" growled Burton. "He's getting it all around. See what
he did to