The plan was very feasible, and Nat thanked the captain for his thoughtfulness. He made his arrangements hurriedly, and began to have visions of recovering the money that was rightfully his.
"Be out about two miles beyond the point at about nine o'clock to-morrow morning," the captain called to him, as Nat left. "That's the time I'll pass, and as close in as I can run."
"I'll be there waiting for you," promised Nat.
"Good luck!" called the pilot. "I hope you get him. That Bumstead is getting to be as slippery as an eel."
"I'll get him, if he's there," declared the lad.
Then he hurried to the railroad station to get his ticket, for it was after ten o'clock, and the depot was some distance from the water front.
CHAPTER XXIII
BUMSTEAD ESCAPES
When Nat found himself in the train, speeding toward Cove Point, he had a chance to think how he should proceed after he arrived. He anticipated no difficulty in getting a policeman to go to the boat and arrest the mate.
"Maybe Sam Shaw will want to take a hand, and fight me," thought Nat. "Well, if he does, I'll give him all that's coming to him."