Tom gave up his plan of seeing young Blasdell, at least for the present. Now all depended on the move Captain Hawkesbury would make.
Events happened more quickly than Tom had expected, though he was just as glad they did. Nervous waiting is about the most tiresome thing there is.
Shortly after dinner, when the limited freedom Tom and Sam had secured went into effect, Tom received word that Captain Hawkesbury had left his quarters, in civilian’s dress.
“That means he’s going!” cried Tom. “Are you with me, Sam?”
“I sure am! We’ll go to Garrison right away.”
They managed to follow Captain Hawkesbury without being observed. He took a motor boat, evidently one he had arranged for in advance, as it carried no other passengers. When it was part way across the river Tom and Sam engaged another, and after a short run they found themselves in the city where Tom and Clarence had had their affair two years before.
“And now to try the hotels,” suggested Sam, as he and his chum started up the street.
“Right you are.”
“Maybe he didn’t go to any hotel. He may have some friend to visit,” continued Sam, struck by a sudden idea.
“I don’t think that, Sam. But we have got to take our chances. Come ahead. You know what I said about hotels here.” And thus speaking our hero led the way.