“Yes, sir. He got Snackley in the cellar. One of his sons tackled Redhead Blount, one of Snackley’s sidekicks, and held him down until the police came in. When we brought our three in, that finished the round-up.” “It does, so far. We’re going out and grab Li Chang from that ship and that’ll clean everything up.” The officers got into the motorboat and Joe clambered in beside Tony Prito, who was at the wheel. The craft backed out of the channel into the deeper water of the cove, then sped out into Barmet Bay. “Once we get out of the bay we should see her lights,” said the federal officer. “Li Chang probably has his ship anchored just off the coast.” This proved to be the case. The lights of the vessel were soon descried and the motorboat sped toward it through the night. When the boat drew alongside, the federal man roared out: “Ahoy, there!” A voice answered in Chinese. “Speak English!” roared the officer. “Throw over a ladder or we’ll open fire on you.” “Who there?” “The police.” Jabbering voices and running footsteps suddenly created a commotion. One of the troopers fired his revolver into the air and very promptly a ladder was lowered over the side of the vessel. “That’s better!” said the federal man, as he clambered up over the rail, revolver in hand. “I’ll just talk to your skipper for a minute.” The capture of Li Chang was without incident. When he was told that Snackley and the gang were captured, the Chinaman, who was a small, wizened little fellow with a villainous countenance, blandly submitted to arrest and consented to be taken ashore. There were only two or three members of the crew aboard, the others having shore leave; so two of the federal men were left in charge of the ship until relief could be sent from Bayport, and the motorboat made its way back to the cove. The round-up was complete. Snackley’s smuggling gang had been completely broken up. CHAPTER XXV THE MYSTERY EXPLAINED The Hardy boys were the heroes of Bayport when the news of the capture of Snackley and his men spread throughout the city next day. As for Tony Prito, he was the envy of all the chums of the two lads. “Tony had all the luck,” bemoaned Chet Morton, as the boys were all sitting in the barn back of the Hardy home next afternoon. This barn, which had been fitted up as a gymnasium, was a meeting place for the lads on occasions of importance. “We had to have a motorboat,” said Frank. “Believe me, I was wishing more than once that the whole crowd was along.” “And you’ll get the reward for capturing Snackley?” asked Phil Cohen. “Not all of it. Dad gets half. Joe and I split the rest.” “You haven’t any kick coming. What’s going to happen to Snackley?” “He’ll probably go to the electric chair,” answered Frank soberly. “Why?” “He murdered Felix Polucca, the miser.” “Murdered him?”