“Good-by, Captain—and say, by the way, Captain, if I were you, I would send right up to the life-saving station and have them set a few men to dragging out there.”
“Do you really believe that—”
Beveridge nodded. “If he is found anywhere, it will be within fifty feet of the pier. Good-by. Come, Bert.”
They hurried over to the railway station, Beveridge walking with Dick, Wilson with Harper. In the minute or two that they had to wait, Beveridge scrawled the following message, and had it put promptly on the wire:—
“To Captain B. Sullivan, on board U.S. Revenue Cutter Foote, Milwaukee.
“Am coming Milwaukee with two of our men. Third has stolen schooner and headed Lake Huron. Will be aboard for chase about midnight. Kindly have all ready.
“Wm. Beveridge.
“To Operator:—If not there, try Sheboygan, Manitowoc, Sturgeon Bay, and Marinette,—in order named. Beveridge.