“Do you think they’ll try to land here, Dick?”
“Honestly Tom, I don’t. It is more than likely the captain of the schooner will land that crowd on some island before he comes into Portland.”
“Slay’s Island?”
“Yes—if there really is such a place.”
The steam tug left the dock and ran down to the neighborhood of Portland Light. Here they cruised around for nearly two hours, when old Larry Dixon gave a shout:
“I see her! I see her! There’s the Mary Delaway!”
“Where?” asked the three Rovers, excitedly.
“There!” And the old sailor pointed with his hand. “I know her by the two patches on her mainsail and the slit in her jib.”
The steam tug was headed in the direction of the incoming schooner, and before long the two craft were within hailing distance of each other.
“Aboard the schooner!” cried Dick.