remarked the captain of the schooner, to Josiah Crabetree.
"To me?" exclaimed the former teacher, in surprise. "I will see about this."
He hurried to the stern of the schooner. The rowboat with the Rovers had now come quite close. Josiah Crabtree gave a start.
"Can it be possible?" he gasped.
"What is it?" asked Jesse Pelter, who had stepped up.
"Those young men in yonder boat! Unless I am mistaken they are Anderson Rover's sons!"
"Is it possible!" ejaculated the broker. "Oh, there must be some mistake."
"No, no! I know them well! And see, they are motioning to us! They want us to stop!"
"They must have seen and followed us!" said the broker, and his manner showed his sudden fear.
"Want to take those fellows on board?" questioned the captain of the schooner.
"No! no!" cried Josiah Crabtree. "Tell the captain of the tug to hurry up! That we—er—that we must make better time!"
"I will, sir," said the captain of the schooner, and hurried forward to give the necessary order.
A big steamboat was passing up the river and
