re going to hail her for a brief pow-wow."

The speed with which young Dawson worked was shown by the fact that,
when still half a mile away, the big freighter, hailed by wireless,
began to slow down speed. It was plain that she was going to lie to in
order to hear the whole of the hail from the "Restless."

"Great Scott, though! Look at that!" suddenly ejaculated Tom
Halstead.

The drab seventy-footer had suddenly gone about, making fast westerly
time for the shore.

"Go about after the seventy-footer, Hank," almost exploded Halstead,
in the intensity of his excitement over this new move. "Dalton doesn't
seem to want to try the freighter now. Follow Dalton back to shore."

"But the 'Fulton's' slowing down. You're going to show him the
politeness of telling the freighter's captain what it was all about,
ain't you?"

"Let Joe do it," replied Tom, tersely. "What's the wireless for?"

Just at this moment Joe Dawson appeared from below.

"Our apologies to the freighter, Joe," called Skipper Tom. "Tell him
we're after the drab boat. Tell him that our game is to stop a
fugitive from getting out of the United States."

Joe again appeared just as the freighter began to make full headway
once more.

"Captain Carson sends you his compliments from the 'Fulton,' Tom, for
chasing the fugitive off."

"And now, we're going to chase that fugitive in," uttered Halstead,
grimly. "By George! Look at the way that drab boat is beginning to
travel. Joe, we can't let her lose us in this fashion."

As the "Fulton" passed out hull down, and then finally vanished on the
southern horizon, the chase after the drab seventy-footer became
lively and exciting.

"Can you make out Dalton aboard of her?" asked Powell Seaton, as Tom
stood forward, leaning against the edge of the forward deck-house, the
marine glass as fast to his eyes as though glued there.

"No, sir. If Dalton is aboard, he's keeping out of sight in the
cabin."

"Did you see, when the drab boat was more head-on, whether Lemly was
at the wheel?"

"The man at the wheel wasn't Lemly, sir, though I believe that fellow
is on board as the actual captain," Halstead answered.

"Humph! Is the Drab going to get away from us?" questioned Hank,
wonderingly. "My, look at her bow cut water!"

"She's a faster boat than I thought," Tom responded. "But we don't
mean to let her get away. Joe, how are we going on speed?"

"I couldn't get another revolution out of the twin shafts wi