"Do you see that schooner on the weather bow?" said Captain Gauley, pointing to a trim-looking craft. "She has an eye on us, and we must give her a wide berth. She came about just now, and is running across our fore-foot."
"That's the yacht, as true as I live!" exclaimed Mat, when he discovered her.
"What yacht?"
"The Starry Flag!"
She had been standing off and on between Sandy Hook and Coney Island for twenty-four hours, on the lookout for the Caribbee.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE TRAVELLER WHO LOST HIS WAY.
The steward of the yacht watched the house of Mr. Fairfield all night; but no one entered or left it. Levi took his turn the next day again; and, when he proposed to employ a fresh hand for the second night, Augustus insisted upon serving, himself. He had slept enough during the day, and he wanted the satisfaction of capturing Dock, if he presented himself.
This time he was in luck, as he declared, for about one o'clock at night, when the town was as still as though it contained not a single living inhabitant, the villain came to obtain his money, probably not doubting that by this time it had been paid to his agent.