the tables, the man they had seen on the deck of the Ellen Rodney.
"It's Captain Rodney," went on Tom, who had learned the name from the schooner's mate.
"And he is alone, which proves that the others were in that auto with dad," returned Sam.
"I'm going to interview him!" cried Dick. "And maybe I'll have him arrested."
All three boys walked into the dining room of the tavern and took seats at the same table with the master of the schooner. He started, and was about to spring to his feet, when Dick stopped him.
"Sit where you are," said the oldest Rover boy, sternly. "If you attempt to leave I'll call the police."
"What do you—er—mean?" stammered the man, and he looked decidedly uncomfortable.
"I reckon you know who we are, Captain Rodney," said Tom.
"I don't."
"We are Anderson Rover's sons," said Sam.
"Never heard of that man," faltered the captain.
"You had him a prisoner only a short while ago."
"Oh, you mean that crazy man who was
