one of the seats, an oilskin raincoat being thrown over it to hide it from view.
"We won't use force unless it is necessary," said Dick, grimly.
They soon came in sight of Nyack, but nottK ing that looked like the schooner came into view.
"Maybe they went further," suggested Sam. "Their turning in might have been a bluff—to throw us off the trail."
"Or they may have sent a message ashore—maybe a message to Japson!" cried Dick.
"Of course they would want to put him on guard—and put those at the offices on guard, too," murmured Tom.
They continued on up the river, with their eyes ever on the alert. It was now growing late in the afternoon and the sky was clouded, as if a storm was coming.
"Look!" cried Dick, suddenly, and he pointed ahead and to the right.
"The schooner, sure enough!" said Tom. "And see, a rowboat is alongside!"
"Maybe we are just in time," added Sam. "I hope so."
Without delay, the motor-boat was headed in the direction of the Ellen Rodney. As they drew closer they saw but one man on the deck
