It was a hard assignment to take, but Bob acquiesced. He would have preferred to remain in Jacksonville and search for his uncle, but he realized the logic in Waldo Edgar’s deductions.
“Keep in close touch with me, Bob, and if it looks like things are going to break down the coast, we’ll get help to you. Keep your chin up now, and give them all you’ve got.”
The receiver on the far end of the line clicked and Bob hung up the instrument he had used. The night captain stuck his head in the door.
“I’ve sent word to the coast guard to keep a close watch for any unusual boat. Maybe they’ll be able to turn up something.”
“But we don’t know it was an unusual boat,” protested Bob.
“Well, we didn’t have any description and I had to tell them something,” said the policeman.
They returned to the main desk. The night captain was curious.
“Lot of federal men coming in?” he asked.
But Bob was noncommittal. He would be going further south in a few hours and the search for clues here would be turned over to Condon Adams. One thing he did need, was a good revolver and ammunition for the rifle.
He made known his wants to the night captain.