"Now, then, here goes! We'll just miss the ferry." They swung around and commenced their journey.

Quest stood with his watch in his hand.

They were getting up the anchor of the _Durham_, and from higher up the river came the screech of steamers beginning to move on their outward way.
"We'll make it all right," the captain assured them.
They were within a hundred yards of the _Durham_ when Quest gave a little exclamation.

From the other side of the steamer another tug shot away, turning back towards New York.

Huddled up in the stern, half concealed in a tarpaulin, was a man in a plain black suit.