Bud and Mel hurried over to him.
"You have clothes for us?" Bud asked. "We just came ashore from the
sub!"
"Yeah, right here," the man said in English with no trace of an accent.
"Thought I'd missed you."
"Thanks, pal--that's all we want to know!"
The man gaped in comic dismay as Bud pounced on him and pinned him to
the ground. Moments later, the two police officers rushed up and
handcuffed him.
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"Hey! What's the big idea?" the man stammered. "I ain't done nothing.
Just got a phone call this morning, offering me fifty bucks to bring two
sets of clothes down to the beach at five o'clock for a couple of
divers."
"Tell that to the FBI!" snapped the sergeant.
When the officers had departed with their new prisoner, Bud and Mel,
both grinning, dived into the surf and headed out to sea.
In a few minutes they were sure they were at the right spot to meet the
jetmarine. But it was gone!
CHAPTER XIV
A PROPAGANDA BLITZ
As the _Sea Hound_ returned to Fearing Island from its search for Bud's
jetmarine, Tom was beside himself with worry. Had his experiment cost
the lives of his best friend and the other crewmen aboard?
"I'll never forgive myself if anything's happened to them!" Tom muttered
bleakly.
Hank Sterling squeezed the young inventor's arm.
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