Can you get one?"
"The authorities in Blixton would send a policeman on request."
"Then send a messenger to request them to send over a policeman in
citizen's clothes," proposed Dick.
Tom promptly despatched Foreman Dill on that errand.
"Now don't let the men on the boat see that you're paying any more
attention," Prescott advised. "Leave it to me, and I'll contrive to keep
the boat and its people under observation without looking too plainly in
their direction."
In due time the plain clothes policeman arrived. He, the young engineers
and the army lieutenant boarded the "Morton," which put out from the
landing as though on a trip of inspection of the wall.
"Don't anyone look over at the sloop," Prescott urged. "I'll do the
watching. A fellow on that craft is holding the glasses on us right now.
Officer, do you demand the assistance of all present in any police duty
that may come up?"
"I do," replied the Blixton policeman, a man named Carnes, returning
Prescott's wink.
"All right, then," laughed Dick. "That demand makes policemen of us all.
Tom, you can turn, now, when ready, and put on full speed in going after
that craft."
Reade gave the order for full speed, then took the steering wheel himself.
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