Little by little Cap's confidence began to return, and he was quite himself again when a note came from Dick Stanton.
At least it was signed with Stanton's name.
"Cap, everything's O. K. I gave a true blue a message for you a couple of nights ago, about the same matter of which I spoke to you.
"He didn't try to deliver it until the following night, the same when I was there. After getting inside he got scared and forced his way out by knocking down Growler. Don't worry at all over the affair, for I know what I am talking about. He's a good fellow, no coward, and once he is given a show will do some good work."
"Dick Stanton."
The explanation was satisfactory to Cap, although he thought it a little singular that the note should be shoved under the door, instead of delivered personally.
The scouts were called in.
Work was resumed; in other words, Cap's gang again began pillaging on the river and around the harbor.
And Cap had confidential talks with his men in the office.
As silently as the mole, which we have just likened Shadow to, he made his way toward the office, until, at last, he drew so near as to be able to distinguish any ordinary toned conversation.
Still closer he wished to go.
"I must get near enough to overhear a whisper," he told himself. "Out of his own mouth must the monster I am after convict himself."