"Do you mean to say you know something of this case?" demanded
Dick eagerly.
"Perhaps I do. Describe this Dan Baxter as well as you can, will you?"
"Certainly." And Dick did so.
"It is the same fellow. I met him last night, down near the lumber wharves. You see, I am a lumber merchant from Brooklyn, and I have an interest in a lumber company up here."
"You saw Baxter? Was he alone?"
"No, there was another man with him, a tall, slim fellow, with an unusually sour face."
"Josiah Crabtree to a T!" burst out Dick. "Did you notice where they went?"
"I did not. But I overheard their talk. They spoke about a boat on the Hudson River, the Flyaway. They were to join her at Albany."
"Who was to join her?"
"This Baxter, if it was he, and somebody else—a man called
Muff, or something like that."