The five Russians and their prisoner had made good time travelling to Owhiro Bay. The weather had dried the track considerably, and the moonlight enabled the six men to navigate their way safely over Brooklyn Hill. Dick needed a little prompting every now and then, and Harper, who was tired of this bothersome constable, did not hesitate to give him the occasional shove or a cuff across the back of his already tender head. Robert called a halt as they approached the first outlying ...