reached him with the news, after working his way
through Brooklyn and New York in disguise, having lain hidden several
days in order to avoid the first heat of the search which he knew
would be made for him, McKay had decided to go to the Brownell place
in the sub chaser. He figured its appearance would disarm the
suspicions of the guards left by Lieutenant Summers, and that his men
in uniform would get close enough before their identities were
discovered to carry the place without force. Their superior numbers
would compel surrender on the part of a handful of guards.

Such proved to be the case. One of the guards, however, escaped and,
making his way to the Hampton radio station, had sent out the call
which brought the Nark to the scene just as McKay was making his
escape.

CHAPTER XXVI

CONCLUSION

The boys received great praise for their part in breaking up the plot,
and bringing the perpetrators to book. For them, the balance of the
summer went quietly. The escaping thieves who had stolen their speed
boat had made their way to McKay's retreat in New Jersey, and there
later the boat was recovered. In it, all spent many pleasant hours.

The budding romance between Marjorie Faulkner and big Bob developed
considerably during the balance of her stay at the Temple home, which
lasted for several more weeks. They were together much of the time,
walking, swimming, boating, flying. For the damaged airplane was
repaired and Bob took the young girl frequently aloft.

All five young people took part jointly in many affairs, but Bob got
Marjorie to himself as much as possible. The others chaffed them a
good deal, but as the banter was all good-natured, it was not
resented.

Della and Frank, too, drew more closely together that summer. They had
lived in the same house for years, and had grown up together. Now as
they stood on the verge of young manhood and young womanhood, a subtle
change in their relations of comradeship came to pass. They were still
good pals, but there was something deeper in their feelings for each
other.

Jack sighed one night, as he and his chums sat alone on the beach,
after a late plunge. The girls had gone visiting with Mrs. Temple.

"Here's Frank," he said, "getting thicker every day with Della. Here's
old Bob, who has lost his head over Marjorie. I'm left out in the
cold."

"Well, why don't you go back to capture Senorita Rafaela?" asked Bob,
slyly. "When we flew away from her ran