men climbing out of the river. She recognized Tom Tozzle instantly and knew that the other man had rescued him.
“I’m glad he was saved,” she told herself.
The charitable thought was not of long duration, for the next instant she saw Tom Tozzle tear himself away from the man who was holding him. Heading for a group of old building and sheds near the dock, he ran like one possessed.
“Stop him!” Nancy yelled. “Don’t let him get away! He’s a thief!”