“It certainly is,” answered Jack. “Looks more like a bay. Let’s have the tube, Joe. There’s a train. See it? looks great through the glass.”
“So it does,” agreed Joe, taking his turn with the telescope; “and there’s a motor boat close inshore.”
“We’re coming to Nyack, boys,” said Redfern, stepping out upon the deck. “Getting along at racing speed, too—the tide is with us. In a few minutes you’ll see Colonel Ellison’s house.”
“Dandy place to live, out here,” said Dave.
“Swell,” agreed Joe. “A chap could have no end of fun.”
The charming little town of Nyack was now in full view. Handsome residences extended along the river for a considerable distance and many fine trees were outlined sharply against the white cumulus clouds.
Redfern presently touched Jack Lyons’ arm.
“That house with the big columns in front is Colonel Ellison’s home,” he said.
CHAPTER IX
THE MILLIONAIRE BOY