So, calculating his bearings as nearly as possible, he guided his craft in what he deemed the proper direction. The voyage was without noteworthy incident—in fact, it was rather monotonous. Soon after daybreak he had the satisfaction of beholding the spires of the distant city, and about ten o’clock he entered the harbor.
Before approaching the crowd of ships that lay near the wharfs and docks, he bethought himself to examine the yacht thoroughly, and see if he could discover any clew to ownership, or the movements of those who had so recently had it in their possession.
His search resulted in his finding nothing but two cards in a small locker. One of these was printed, and read as follows:
JACOB RUSH.
9 —— Street, Jersey City.
On the other was written, in a scrawling hand: “32 Main street, Dalton.”
These he decided, with a purpose which will appear hereafter, to leave where he had found them.
Then, setting sail directly for the city, he sought a convenient place for landing.
He was accosted by no one save a man in a small boat, who proved to be a custom-house officer. The man asked him some questions, scanned the yacht closely, and then moved off again, satisfied that he was not a runner in of smuggled goods.
Leonard selected a vacant place alongside a low dock, and springing ashore, made his boat fast by a rope.