The guard got a long
pole and waded out into the river after the boat. He caught it finally
and when he had hauled it ashore he found it was loaded with dynamite. Of
course no one knows, but they think he planned to blow up the bridge."
"Whew!" exclaimed Hugh. "The man got away, you say?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Couldn't the guard see what he looked like?"
"Yes, he did see that, and here is the interesting part."
"What do you mean?"
"Why," said Mr. Cook, "the man was rather slight, weighing perhaps a
hundred and fifty pounds and he had a close-cropped black mustache."
"The fake detective!" exclaimed Bob. "Was that who it was?"
"The description fits him, doesn't it?"
"Yes," agreed Hugh, "but he was out at the old house this afternoon. How
could he be on the river at the same time?"
"He was out at the old house early this afternoon," said Mr. Cook. "This
episode at the bridge happened only about an hour ago."
"He must have hurried right down there," exclaimed Bob. "When he realized
that the police were on his trail he probably decided he had no time to
lose, and that's why he dared try such a thing in broad daylight.
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