"
"I can well see now why it is you are so willing to take long
chances as you call them."
"Well, yes, I've had some experience; but now, friend Taylor,
it is not necessary to request you to keep silent concerning
my movements, but I want you to watch the movements of the
'Nancy.'"
"She will probably sail away to-day."
"Does she usually go away the day following her night-visit to
the coast?"
"Usually, yes."
"She will not sail away to-day, and I want you to watch her
and watch any of her crew that may come ashore."
"I am afraid you will get me in trouble before this affair is
ended."
"This affair will be ended to-night."
The detective gave Taylor a few instructions and then
proceeded to the depot.
Spencer Vance, as he appeared at the little frame station, was
as perfect a specimen of a countryman as ever took train from
the rural districts for New York.
Ike Denman was at the station. The master of the "Nancy" had
also wrought a great change in his personal appearance. He
looked little like the man who had stood on the beach across
the bay a few hours previously.
It was half an hour previous to the starting of the train when
the detective reached the depot, and as he stood around with
his hands in his pockets, the master of the "Nancy" several
times passed within a few feet of him.
Little did the smuggler captain dream, as he ran his eyes over
the rustic-looking passenger, that under that clownish hat was
the busy brain that had trailed him and his crew down to such
a fine point.
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