y, speaking quickly, "that Hogan and Wynn are
intending to get away in the _Sylvia_ to-night?"

"I reckon they've already gone."

"Maybe not! There's a chance that the _Sylvia_ is still in the harbor.
Are you as anxious to get even with Wynn as Burton is, Katz?"

"Try me, that's all!" growled Katz, lifting his arms and working them
back and forth to get the cramps out of them. "I'd like a chance to show
Gerald Wynn just how I feel!"

"Then come with me! Perhaps we can head off Hogan and Wynn at the dock."

"No such luck. But look here oncet, Clancy. Are you intendin' to mix the
police in this game o' muggins?"

"No," was the answer. "We'll handle it ourselves."

"And the idee is---"

"To recover, the fifteen thousand dollars,"

"Who gets it, after it's recovered?"

"I do. It belongs to Lafe Wynn and myself, doesn't it?"

This part of the arrangement, it was clear, did not please Katz. Clancy
saw that, and his voice hardened and grew threatening.

"You're a plain thief, Katz! First thing you know, you'll get your just
deserts and land in the Los Angeles jail. You can either come with the
rest of us, or you can stay here. Suit yourself."

"When you talk in that tone of voice," returned Katz humbly, "I come on
the run. Give your orders, Clancy and count on me to help carry 'em
out."

"Where does Hogan keep the dinghy that carries him between the _Sylvia_
and the shore?" asked the motor wizard.

"I can show you. If the _Sylvia_ is still in the harbor, and there's any
one ashore from her, I can take you right to the place where the dinghy
is tied up."

"That's where we want to go."

The entire party emerged from the bungalow, descended the steps to the
street, and started forthwith for the water front. Katz led the way out
upon the same pier at which Clancy and Hill had taken, the glass-bottom
boat to view the marine gardens. Well out on the pier, they came to a
halt, and swept their eyes over the dark waters of the bay.

"By cracky," said Katz, pointing, "the _Sylvia_ ain't got away yet.
There's her lights, if I'm not mistaken."

Probably thirty or forty boats, most of them small, were anchored in the
bay. Each carried lights, and picking the _Sylvia's_ lights out from
among the others was no easy matter.

"I guess you've got it right, Katz," said Clancy. "Unless the yacht
changed her anchorage, that's about where she ought to be."

"We can tell to a certainty by goin' down to the floats and seein'