“No tricks, now! Open your door! I've got a gun on you--I've got a gun on you!” The rusty old key turned and the door swung back. As it opened, Beveridge broke out of the weeds, with Pink close after, and the three men stood bewildered, motionless, staring at the square-built figure and quiet face of--Henry Smiley. They could not speak. Even Beveridge had lowered his weapon. “Put up your guns, boys,” said Henry, with a sort of smile. “Put up your guns; I 'll go back with you.” CHAPTER XIV--HARBOR LIGHTS [Illustration: 0386] BEVERIDGE recovered first, and said in a businesslike way, “You 'll have to give me your weapons.” Henry at once handed over two large-caliber revolvers, and emptied his pockets of fully half a hundred cartridges. “It's a lucky thing for you, Mister Beveridge,” he said, “that Dick came out just when he did. A minute more and I should have finished you.” But Beveridge's thoughts were not heading in the same direction. His reply was, “Where's Spencer?” “Spencer? You didn't get him?” “No.” “Then he's in Canada.” “Oh, I see.” Beveridge turned to Smiley. “Well, Dick, for a man that got things exactly wrong, you came nearer to being right than I should have thought possible.” As they walked back toward Van Deelen's, Henry fell in with his cousin. “You don't seem very talkative, Dick. Guess I must have surprised you.” But Dick could not find his voice to reply. “And you surprised me too, rather. How did you happen to be up here with this man?” “Then you don't know that he's holding me for Whiskey Jim?” cried Dick. “No--is he?” Dick, overcome with fatigue and emotion, nodded. Henry stopped and turned to the special agent, who was walking close behind. “You didn't think Dick here was in this business, did you?” “We 'll discuss that later. Move along, please.” “But this won't do, Beveridge. Dick has nothing to do with it, nothing whatever.” “I suppose he didn't know where his schooner went and what he carried aboard her, eh?” “Oh, I can explain all that. He's all right. I'm the man you want.” “I 'll talk with you again, Mr. Smiley. We can't stop now.” They found Wilson in a bad way. Mrs. van Deelen had been doing her utmost during the night for her two patients, but to attempt moving either was out of the question. Beveridge left some money to cover the expense of caring for his subordinate, and Henry good-naturedly contributed toward the care of Estelle. It was arranged that Van Deelen should drive Beveridge and his party back to Spencer's, stopping on the way to send Lindquist or his boy to Hewittson for a doctor. Nothing more could be done here, and so they hurried Van Deelen into hitching up at once. Beveridge could not sleep in comfort until his prisoner should be safe under guard on the revenue cutter.