all.

"Out with you, men!" he cried. "There'll be trouble over this --
no telling but what people may be drowned. Double quick, now!"

They rushed out, under command of a sergeant. The inspector
stayed behind, and now he looked at Harry.

"Hullo!" he said. "How did you get out?"

"I want to help!" said Harry, inspired. "I haven't done anything
really wrong, have I? Oughtn't I be allowed to do whatever I can,
now that something like this has happened?"

"Go along with you!" said the inspector. "All right! But you'd
better come back -- because we've got your motorcycle, and we'll
keep that until you come back for it."

But it made little difference to Harry that he was, so to speak,
out on bail. The great thing was that he was free. He rushed
out, but he didn't make for the scene of the disaster to the
reservoir, caused, as he had guessed, by some spy. All the town
was pouring out now, and the streets were full of people making
for the place where the explosion had occurred. It was quite easy
for Harry to slip through them and make for London. He did not
try to get his cycle. But before he had gone very far he over
took a motor lorry that had broken down. He pitched in and helped
with the slight repairs it needed, and the driver invited him to
ride along with him.