Mr. Temple beamed on the gathering in his sitting room at the Victoria Hotel. It was the afternoon of the following day. The party included the three chums and Inspector Burton. Ensign Warwick had duties demanding his attention. Inventor Bender and Doctor Marley had left for San Francisco.

“Well, boys, I can’t tell you how relieved I am at the safe outcome of your adventures,” declared Mr. Temple. “I was worried. There’s no denying it. When you left last evening for Santa Cruz Island, everybody said there would be no danger and that the smugglers would submit without a fight. But I had a premonition of trouble. Besides,” he added, twinkling, “I knew that where there was trouble, you three youngsters would be sure to be in it.”

“They were in it, indeed,” said Inspector Burton. “If it hadn’t been for them, I don’t know how matters would have turned out. Having isolated us in the stockade, the smugglers might have captured the Sub Chaser. Anything might have happened.”

The boys stirred uncomfortably under this praise.

“Inspector Burton, won’t you tell us now how you and Ensign Warwick came to be in the stockade?” asked Jack, to divert the conversation. “So far you have been busy with other matters, and we haven’t heard the story yet.”

“Yes, I meant to tell you as we crossed from Santa Cruz this morning, but the questioning of the prisoners kept me so engaged it was impossible. Folwell wouldn’t talk, but that man, Matt Murphy, gave me much valuable information.”

“He’s a pretty good scout,” said Frank thoughtfully, “and we took quite a liking to him. But, somehow, a man that turns traitor to his friends loses caste with me.”

“That’s a natural feeling,” said Inspector Burton, tolerantly. “But in this case, there are extenuating circumstances. It’s too long to explain now. At any rate, I’ll be able to make it light for Murphy.”

“Well, tell-tale or not, I’m glad of that,” said Bob. “He did us a good turn when we were captives aboard the trawler.”

Inspector Burton then proceeded to explain that, after landing from the Sub Chaser on the north shore of Santa Cruz the previous night, he had led his party through the mountains. After striking the headwaters of the creek, they followed down the canyon until entering the valley where the stockade was located.

This they had inspected. Finding it untenanted, they had proceeded on down the canyon. When still some distance from the landing, they had encountered “Black George” and his men in superior numbers, and had fallen back in the stockade.

“That was when we first heard your shots. Then they grew more distant as you retreated,” said Bob.

The Secret Service man nodded.

Ensign Warwick and his party, he continued, had been ambushed as they pushed up the canyon, but had cut their way through and taken refuge in the stockade.

“Knowing the Sub Chaser was guarded and would wait for us, we determined to wait for daylight before attacking the smugglers,” continued Inspector Burton. “We were at a disadvantage through unfamiliarity with our surroundings. Fortunate for all concerned, you boys were on the job. Otherwise we in the stockade would not have known that the major portion of the attacking party had gone to the landing, and it might have gone hard with Robbins and his handful of sailors.”

“I suppose, Inspector, that the breaking up of this gang of coolie smugglers is a matter of some importance,” suggested Mr. Temple.

“Some importance, indeed,” Inspector Burton said.

He was silent a little while, gazing out of the window at the palm trees on the lawn and the bright sunshine flooding all.

“A great feather in my cap, and sure to bring me advancement,” he said, smiling. “The credit really belongs to you, boys, but matters of that sort are not recognized in official circles. I, as the man on the ground, will be the one rewarded.”

“And quite rightly, too,” said Mr. Temple, warmly. The genial Secret Service man had commended himself by his actions. “I am sure,” he added, “that these boys feel anything they were able to do was owing to the accidents of fortune.”

“Yes, indeed,” said Jack.

And Frank chimed in:

“We were in great luck, sir, to be permitted to have a hand in the ending of the adventure.”

Bob nodded.

“Very good of you, boys, to take it like that,” approved Inspector Burton. “But, remember, I have no illusions about the matter. I know of what help you have been.

“At any rate,” he continued, “the capture of this gang is of the greatest importance. Smuggling of Chinese coolies into the country has been growing alarmingly. Who would have thought the smugglers would be so bold as to operate a distributing point on Santa Cruz Island? Yet, after all, what better place could they have found? Isolated, practically uninhabited, it was admirably suited to their purpose.

“This man Folwell is a smooth crook with a tremendous reputation for elusiveness. We have never been able to obtain definite information connecting him with criminal activities. He is the head of a gang that has its ramifications not only up and down the Pacific but in the east, too, in New York.

“Through your instrumentality, we have him by the heels now, and not only him but his agents in our own official circles as well as old Wong Ho.”

“What,” interrupted Jack, “you have arrested that old Chinaman? Why, we had no idea where it was in Chinatown that we had been taken.”

“I know,” said Inspector Burton, “but from Matt Murphy I obtained information that I wired at once to San Francisco, and Wong Ho is in the toils. From Murphy, too, I obtained the names not only of Handby, but of several others in official positions, who have been spies for Folwell. They, too, are being watched and either under arrest already or soon will be. You see,” smiling, “I have had a busy morning.”

“And the other boats employed in the coolie traffic?”

“Ensign Warwick is attending to that matter. They will be rounded up.”

“A good piece of work,” approved Mr. Temple, breaking the silence which followed the Secret Service man’s last remark. “And now, boys, we’ll go back to San Francisco for a day or two while I conclude the business matters which brought me west. Then we’ll return to New Mexico where I will leave you at the Hampton’s for the two or three weeks left of your vacation, while I return to New York.”

Inspector Burton leaned forward, and cleared his throat.

“Mr. Temple, I have a proposition to make to you,” he said.

The older man regarded him with surprise.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Just this,” said the Secret Service chief. “These boys have been of such service to the country that I want them to have some reward.”

“Oh, we’re not looking for anything,” said Frank quickly.

Inspector Burton smiled tolerantly.

“My dear boy, I know very well you aren’t. But what I am about to propose may please you, after all. Have you ever been to Washington, the national capital?”

“No, sir. None of us have.”

“Well, wouldn’t you like to shake hands with the President? And wouldn’t it be nice to have the Chief of the Secret Service thank you personally for what help you have done?”

The eyes of all three chums shone. The unexpected proposal left them speechless. Mr. Temple spoke for them.

“That would be fine, Inspector,” he said. “You’ve knocked the wind out of the boys. They’ll tell you what they think of your plan as soon as they recover.”

“Boy, oh, boy, I guess that wouldn’t be scrumptious,” said Jack.

“Something more to tell the fellows at Harrington Hall when school reopens,” said Frank.

“I’m ready right now,” said big Bob, melodramatically leaping to his feet and grabbing the doorknob. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Mr. Temple laughed, and Inspector Burton joined him.

“Not so fast,” he said. “When you leave New Mexico for home, you can go by way of Washington. That will be time enough. In fact, I’ll have to precede you to arrange matters.”

After some discussion, the chums went out to wander around Santa Barbara, leaving Mr. Temple and the Secret Service man to make the necessary arrangements as to time, etc., for their proposed trip to Washington.

“Come on. Let’s go down to the beach for a plunge,” said Bob. “That’s the only way I can get this exuberance out of my system.”