"There is no reward yet," answered Dick. "But there may be."
At this the South American scowled. "We cannot lose time on a hunt that is worth nothing," he said. "We must get to Brooklyn by tomorrow morning."
"You won't help us bring them to justice?"
"We cannot afford to lose the time."
Without further words the big steamer's engines were started up again and away she sped, leaving the Searchlight to sink and rise on the rollers left in her wake.
"My, but that fellow is accommodating!" groaned Dick. "He isn't doing a single thing without pay."
"We might have bought some provisions from him," put in Martin Harris. "I reckon he'd sell some for a round price being so near to the end of his voyage."
"I don't want his stuff," remarked Sam. "I'm afraid it would choke me if I tried to eat it."
The stop had given the Flyaway an advantage, and she was making the most of it. But before the sun went down those on the other yacht saw her head for the coast once more.
"I guess the note told the truth," said Harris.
"Is Sand Haven near here?" questioned Tom.
