“We are bound for——” began the stranger.
“Don’t tell them, Alf!” begged Larkspur. “Go ahead—let’s get out.”
“If you don’t tell us where you are going——” began Sam, when Dick stopped him.
“Let them go—we haven’t time to bother with them now,” said the eldest Rover boy. “We have other fish to fry.”
“As you say, Dick. But we ought to scare the wits out of them if nothing else.”
“We’ll do it—some day,” put in Tom.
As the motor boat swept past they saw that the craft was named the Magnet. Soon some other boats coming in hid it from view.
On going ashore, the Rover boys made diligent inquiries concerning the Mary Delaway and at last learned that the schooner was expected by a certain transportation company some time that afternoon, to take on a cargo of lumber for Newark, New Jersey.
“I don’t know what we can do excepting to wait,” said Dick.
“Let us go down the harbor to meet the schooner,” said Tom. “Then Sobber and Crabtree and the others won’t have any chance to land in secret.”