"Perhaps dat steamboat dun pick him up," suggested Pop. He wanted to say something comforting.
"I pray to Heaven she did," murmured Tom. "I suppose the best thing we can do now is to steer for Cleveland."
"Yes, that's the only hope left," answered Sam. "If he was floating around here we would surely have spotted him before this with the glass."
The course was changed, and toward nightfall they came in sight of Cleveland, and learned where they could tie up, at a spot close to where the steamer had made her landing.
Their first inquiries were at this point, and from a longshoreman they quickly learned that two persons had been picked up by the steamer, a big man and a young fellow.
"It must be Dick!" cried Sam.
"Where did they take the young fellow?" questioned Tom.
"A man and a big boy came from the steamer and took charge of him," answered the longshoreman.
"Don't you know where they went?"
"No; most likely to the hospital. The young fellow was in pretty bad shape. They got in a coach."