sired. As a consequence every man, including Larry Dixcn, was constantly on the lookout for the Mary Delaway.
Inside of an hour Boston Harbor had been left well behind, and then the bow of the steam tug was turned up the coast in the direction of Portland, about a hundred miles distance. The day was now over and the lights on the tug were lit.
"Don't see anything of the Mary Delaway yet," remarked Larry Dixon. "I'm afraid we'll have to shut up shop till mornin'."
"Could the schooner reach Portland by that time?" asked Sam.
"She'd be there early in the morning," answered the old sailor.
"Then we had better run for Portland, too," said Tom. "We might hang around outside the harbor on the watch."
It was a clear night, with no moon, but with countless stars bespangling the heavens. The boys and some of the others remained on the watch, although they could see but little.
"It would be great if we had a searchlight," said Sam.
"Just the thing!" cried Tom. "But we haven't any, so what's the use of talking about it?"
"Might as well try to get some sleep," said
