“This occasion makes it necessary. I am going to follow that other yacht.”
“I am afraid she will get off ahead of you, and you may have some trouble in following her.”
“Well, I shall attempt it. Come; we’ll get a cab, and go to the bank at once. The transfer must be made in a hurry, and I must get my party together without the loss of a moment.”
They hastened off the pier.
Coming toward them they saw a cab that looked somewhat bruised and battered, one of its lamps having been smashed and one side damaged.
“I believe it is the very cab in which I pursued Lord Stanford!” cried Frank. “Yes, I know it is! And there is Barney coming, too!”
The Irish boy was on foot, limping along painfully, but he waved his hand in a cheerful manner when he saw Frank, shouting:
“Hurro, me b’y! It’s nivver a bit can yez kill Barney Mulloy at all, at all!”
Then the Irish boy hurried forward, still limping, and excitedly asked:
“Pwhere be they, Frankie? Is it th’ shlip they gave yez, me lad? Musha! musha! it’s bad luck we had!”