“All right: I will do so. But I might as well go home, for I shall be half-way there when I get to the other side of the woods.”
“If you go home, Tim Lingerwell will find you there. He will think you have gone home; and that is just what I want him to think,” said Dory, as he made the landing at the cross-cut, which was a short way to reach the northern outskirts of the town.
“I will do just what you say, Dory.”
“Very well; but don’t be in a hurry. Wait till the Juniper gets a little nearer, so that Tim can
see you. Then start off as though you meant business.”
They had not long to wait, for the steam-launch had been gaining rapidly on the yacht since they entered the river. When she was near enough to enable those on board of her to see just what was done, Mr. Millweed leaped ashore, and ran with all his might.
“Stop him! Don’t let him go!” shouted the helmsman of the Juniper. “He is a thief! He has been stealing a large sum of money!”
“I am not a constable,” answered Dory quietly. “I pulled him out of deep water, and brought him ashore. If you want him, you can take him.”
Tim Lingerwell rang his bell, and the engine stopped. He ran her up to the shore, carrying her bow line to a post, as he leaped upon the bank.
“What did you let him go for?” demanded Tim, turning to Dory, who had also landed.