"Over there," and the dock master pointed to where a group of sailors and fishermen were seated on an overturned boat on the beach.
"We'll talk to him," proposed the elder Racer lad, and, followed by his brother, he approached the little gathering. Before they reached the men Andy uttered a sudden exclamation.
"Look!" he cried to his brother, pointing up the street which led down to the water front. "That man—the mysterious stranger—here he comes!"
"Sure enough!" agreed Frank, as he saw a tall dark man hurrying toward the pier. "That's him all right."
The boys stood waiting, hoping against hope that they could now solve the mystery. The man hastened forward. All at once he caught sight of the lads.
Like a flash he wheeled about and fairly ran back up the street, while
Frank took after him calling:
"Hey! Hey! Wait a minute! Stop!"
CHAPTER XIII
A MIDNIGHT SCARE
There was a trolley line, newly built, which ran through Seabright, touching some of the other seacoast towns, but not Harbor View. As luck would have it, just when Frank Racer took after the strange man, hoping to make him stop by calling to him, one of the trolley cars came past.