possible, owing to the struggle taking place out of range of his camera, he left the apparatus, and joined his friends.
"Well, we got 'em!" cried Tom Cardiff, as he surveyed the line of prisoners, fastened together with ropes. "Every one of 'em, I guess. You're a nice crowd!" he sneered at big Hemp Danforth. "A nice lot of men to be let loose!"
"A little later and you wouldn't have had us!" snarled the leader of the wreckers. "You were too many for us."
"That's so," spoke Tom. "How did you happen to come to help us?" he asked of Abe Haskill, who was one of the reinforcing fishermen. "Who sent you?"
"Old Stanton telephoned over from the lighthouse," was the answer. "He said you were on your way here, and that the gang might be too much for you. So I got a couple of my friends, and over we came—just in time, too, I take it."
"That's right!" exclaimed Blake, trying to staunch the flow of blood from a cut on his face, received in the fight he and Joe had with their prisoner. Joe himself was somewhat bruised. "A little later and we'd had only half of 'em," went on Blake.
"It looks as if the lantern was nearly finished, too," went on Joe.
