Nick Carter Stories No. 137, April 24, 1915: The Seal of Gijon; Or, Nick Carter's Ice-House Fight

NICK CARTER STORIES
Issued Weekly. Entered as Second-class Matter at the New York Post Office, by Street & Smith, 79-89 Seventh Ave., New York. Copyright, 1915, by Street & Smith. O. G. Smith and G. C. Smith, Proprietors.
Edited by CHICKERING CARTER.
“Look out! You’ll run us down!”
The response was a growling oath, as the heavy launch came on, full speed, straight across the river.
Nick Carter, sitting at the wheel of another craft of the same type, saw the danger, even before his assistant shouted this warning.
“Keep quiet, Chick!” he ordered, in his calm tones. “I’ll make it!”
The famous detective had handled motor boats before, and he knew he could dodge the erratic craft cutting across his bows, unless the other man changed his course at the crucial moment.
They were abreast of Yonkers, and at that point the lordly Hudson is swift, as well as wide.
The launch coming across the river had suddenly appeared from the shadow of the Palisades, apparently bound straight for the busy city on the opposite shore.
In it were three men.
The one at the wheel, who appeared to be in general command, had a square, bulldog sort of face, with heavy jaw, outstanding ears, and other features that make more for physical determination than beauty.