On going ashore, the Rover boys made diligent inquiries concerning the Mary Delaway and at last learned that the schooner was expected by a certain transportation company some time that afternoon, to take on a cargo of lumber for Newark, New Jersey.
"I don't know what we can do excepting to wait," said Dick.
"Let us go down the harbor to meet the schooner," said Tom. "Then Sobber and Crabtree and the others won't have any chance to land in secret."
"Do you think they'll try to land here, Dick?"
"Honestly Tom, I don't. It is more than likely the captain of the schooner will land that crowd on some island before he comes into Portland."
"Slay's Island?"
"Yes—if there really is such a place."
The steam tug left the dock and ran down to the neighborhood of Portland Light. Here they cruised around for nearly two hours, when old Larry Dixon gave a shout:
"I see her! I see her! There's the Mary Delaway!"
"Where?" asked the three Rovers, excitedly.
"There!" And the old sailor pointed with his hand. "I know her by the two patches on her mainsail and the slit in her jib."
