crew and several police officers. The Rover boys were told to get aboard, and the tug was headed out into the Hudson, or, as here called, the North, River.
"You don't suppose they have passed here, do you?" questioned the captain of the tug.
"I don't think so—unless that towing tug was an extra fast one," answered Dick.
"They wouldn't dare to run too fast, with so many ferryboats crossing the river. It would be too dangerous."
The police tug swept out into the bay and then started slowly up the river, moving from one shore to the other. The police officer in charge had a pair of glasses and he used these on the various craft that came into view, and also allowed the boys to use them.
"Ought to be along soon," said Tom, after a quarter of an hour had passed. "It took us quite some time to get down here, you know."
"Maybe they didn't come down the river," suggested the officer.
"Didn't come down?" cried Sam. "What do you mean?"
"Maybe they thought you would come down here and wait for them and so changed their plans and went up the river instead."
