“I think he must be well off, as I’ve said before,” declared Frank. “But that’s as far as I can get. If there was only some way of getting on the track of that strange man who seemed to know Paul, we could do something.”
“But he’s disappeared completely,” said Andy.
“He sure did make a quick getaway the day we met him on the sands.”
Frank, who was steering, changed the course of the Gull. As he did so Andy suddenly stood up, pointed off across the slowly rolling waves, and cried out:
“Look there!”
“What is it, the motor boat or the whale?” asked Frank.
“It’s a boat, but look who’s in it. The mysterious man!”
A short distance away was a dory, containing one person, and it needed but a single glance from the eyes of the Racer boys to tell them it was indeed the tall, dark stranger who had acted so oddly after questioning them about Paul Gale. The man was rowing slowly and awkwardly, as if unused to the exertion, but as the sea was fairly calm he was not having a hard time, especially as the dory was built for safety.
“Think he sees us?” asked Andy.
“No, but he’ll hear us if you don’t talk lower,” objected Frank. “Sounds carry very far over water.”