"I'll talk to that man a minute," said Dick, to the captain. The latter wished to demur, but Dick gave him no chance. The fellow was told to go aboard the tug, and there Larry Dixon asked him to tell his story. The sailor had little, however, to add to what his captain had said, excepting that the landing at Chesoque Island had been made in something of a hurry.
"Here's a dollar for you," said Dick, on parting. "Whenever the schooner makes a landing anywhere, you send me word where she is," and he gave the tar his home address and also the address of a hotel in Portland.
"Don't try to get me into trouble and I'll tell you everything I know!" shouted the captain of the schooner, as the steam tug went on its way.
"I'll remember you!" answered Dick, somewhat grimly. He did not know whether he could trust the captain or not.
Leaving the entrance to Portland Harbor, the tug steamed up into the waters of Casco Bay, that beautiful spot with its scores of verdant and rocky islands. As it was the height of the summer season they passed many pleasure boats, big and little. Once they passed an island where a big picnic was in progress and they heard the music from a band quite distinctly. They also passed Peak's Island where there was a big, round-topped
