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"I did. But I see my error now."
"Daylight ahead," interposed Young King Brady just then.
"That's the exit from this tunnel," explained Mr. Dalton.
They left the pa.s.sage among some rocks in the grounds above the house, and saw Lizzie Dalton near by.
She sat on a log gazing away toward the big swamp with a sad expression upon her pretty face.
Mr. Dalton became excited.
"Lizzie!" he shouted hoa.r.s.ely.
She sprang to her feet as if electrified, glanced around at him with a joyful look beaming all over her face, and cried emotionally:
"Oh, papa!"
The next moment they rushed into each other's arms, and kissed and wept over each other, their hearts too full for utterance.
The Bradys turned away from the affecting scene.
"Guess everything's all right, Harry," muttered the old detective.
"Looks that way," replied the boy.
"We've got very little more to do now."
"Only to get the nippers on Mason and his black pal."
"Where in thunder could they have gone?"
"Let's notify the authorities along the line of the railroad in both directions to keep a lookout for the pair."
Acting upon this suggestion, they quietly stole away, leaving the reunited and happy father and daughter talking over past events.
Proceeding to Swamp Angel, and learning that neither of the villains had yet put in an appearance there, they got the telegraph instrument operating, and flashed a warning message all along the line.
News reached them that neither Mason nor Johnson had made any attempt to get away on the cars yet.
In discussing this on their way back to Dalton's the old detective came to a wise conclusion, when he said:
"After all, they ain't apt to show themselves for a while yet, Harry.
Both know the game is up, and that we'll be on the lookout for them to escape. They'll expect us to make a bee line for the railroad depots the first thing. Therefore, they'll shun the stations."
"You think they'll remain concealed around the swamp a while?"
"It's more than likely. Now that we've got the railroad guarded so they can't escape, it will be best for us to watch the swamp, and I think we'll find them lurking there until they think the excitement blows over. They won't expect us to look for them there. That will make our task all the easier, Harry."
"Suppose we secrete ourselves there to-night, then?"
"I'm agreeable. If we can pounce upon the pair while they're asleep, we will be spared the difficulty of a fight in taking them."
They finally reached the Dalton house in time for luncheon.
Both the old broker and his daughter greeted them warmly.
The detectives advised him not to go to New York, or to let on to any one that he was alive, until they had captured his enemies.
After supper, the Bradys departed for the swamp.
When they got around on the south side of the swamp, they heard the murmur of voices coming from a dense thicket.
"Hark! What's that?" muttered Harry, holding up his finger.
"Part the bushes and look through."
Harry moved the tangled shrubbery aside.
They had a clear and uninterrupted view of the broad expanse of swamp, and to their delight saw the two men they were hunting for.
The villains were only fifty yards from where the Bradys crouched.
CHAPTER XVII.
CONCLUSION.
The waters of a lagoon washed the swampy sh.o.r.e directly in front of the place where the two detectives were crouching.
A flat-bottomed boat was tied to a log, and Sim Johnson was just in the act of casting it loose, when the detectives saw him.
Roland Mason sat in the stern, a big felt hat on his head, the wig and false mustache adjusted, and he was laughing heartily, and saying:
"Sim, we'll fool those detectives yet."
"Ise mighty glad we know wha' dey's gwine ter do," the c.o.o.n answered.
"We wouldn't have known their plans if I hadn't gone over to the house to-day and listened outside the open window, to all they were saying to Oliver Dalton," replied the rascal.
Harry gave his partner a nudge.
Just then Sim exclaimed:
"De boat am free, sah."
"Jump in, then, and we'll row across the swamp."