“Yes.”

“You stay here till I come back.”

“Keyrect!”

“Ef ye hear me shoot, cast off the painter, an' keep ther boat right where it is, see?”

“Yes.”

“Grab the oars an' be ready, cos I'll vey ter spring fur it.”

Nick seized the chain in his grasp, and in another instant disappeared aboard the yacht.

Nick was gone a very long time. Chick pretended to grow very uneasy, although he knew perfectly well what was keeping the detective.

He knew that Nick was at that moment in the cabin of the yacht engaged in conversation with the men who had been sent there by Superintendent Campbell of the Brooklyn police.

The encounter with Red Rob had rendered a change in their original plans imperative, and the young assistant knew that his chief was at that moment engaged in giving the instructions for the necessary alterations.