He had almost reached his destination when he noticed that two men were passing on the other side of the street.
The men were Wright and the doctor.
They turned and saw Nick, and the next minute they had disappeared into an alleyway, and were lost to sight.
As Nick had not eaten since early in the morning, he concluded that the best thing he could do would be to go over to New York and get a big porterhouse steak at the Cosmopolitan Hotel.
As Nick passed into the ferry house, he was followed by five rough-looking men. Three of them carried pails and the other two had pickaxes.
“I think I will go out and smoke a cigar. I have not had one to-day, and a smoke will do me good,” Nick said to himself.
Nick had been smoking for several minutes, when he heard the tread of stealthy footsteps behind him.
As he turned to look, to see who was coming, he was seized by several hands, that held him as in a vise.
CHAPTER XLIX.
A FIGHT ON THE FERRY.
Nick was lifted high in the air.