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came from the sailor. "We'll catch 'em before they gain the Battery."

      "Yes, but we must be careful," said Dick. "We don't want to have a collision with some other boat."

      "No, indeed," put in Sam. "Why, if one of those big ferryboats ran into us there would be nothing left of the Searchlight."

      "You jest trust me," came from Martin Harris. "I know my business, and there won't be any accidents."

      "The other yacht is making for the Jersey shore," cried Sam, a little later. "If we don't look out we'll lose her. There she goes behind a big ferryboat."

      "She's going to try to bother us," grumbled Martin Harris, as he received a warning whistle from the ferryboat and threw the yacht over on the opposite tack. "The fellow who is sailing that boat knows his business."

      "It's that Bill Goss, I suppose," said Tom. "There they go behind another ferryboat."

      "It won't matter, so long as we keep her in sight," said Harris. "We are bound to run her down sooner or later."

      Inside of half an hour the two boats had passed the Statue of Liberty. The course of the Flyaway was now straight down the bay, and the Rover boys began to wonder where Dan Baxter and his crowd might be bound.

      "They must have Dora a close prisoner," mused Dick, with a sad shake of his head. "That is, if they didn't leave her in New York," he added suddenly.

      "Do you suppose they did that?" asked Sam.

      "Perhaps — there is no guessing what they did."

      "We missed it by not telegraphing back to the authorities at Cedarville to arrest Josiah Crabtree," said Tom. "I think we can prove that he is in this game before the curtain falls on the last act."

      "We'll telegraph when we get back," answered Dick, never thinking of all that was to happen ere they should see the metropolis again.

      Gradually the lights of the city faded from view and they found themselves traveling down the bay at a rate of five to six knots an hour.

      "We don't seem to be gaining," remarked Tom, after a long silence. "I can just about make her out and that's all."

      "But we are gaining, and you'll find it so pretty soon," answered Martin Harris. "They had the advantage in dodging among those other boats, but now we've got a clear stretch before us."

      On and on went the two yachts, until the Flyaway was not over five hundred feet ahead of the Searchlight.

      "What did I tell you? " said Harris. "We'll overtake her in less than quarter of an hour."

      "This is a regular yacht race," smiled Dick grimly. "But it's for more than the American Cup."

      "Keep off!" came suddenly from ahead. "Keep off, or it will be the worse for you!"

      It was Dan Baxter who was shouting at them. The former bully of Putnam Hall stood at the stern rail of the Flyaway and was using his hands like a trumpet.

      "You had better give up the race, Baxter!" called Dick in return. "You can't get away from us, no matter how hard you try."

      "Keep off!" repeated Baxter. "We won't stand any nonsense."

      "We are not here for nonsense," put in Tom. "What have you done with Dora Stanhope?"

      "Don't know anything about Dora Stanhope," came back from Mumps.

      "You have her on board of your boat."

      "It's a falsehood."

      "Then you left her somewhere in New York."

      "We haven't seen her at all," put in Baxter. "If you are looking for her you are on the wrong trail. She went away with Josiah Crabtree."

      "Did he take her to Albany?"

      "No. They went West."

      "We do not believe you, Baxter," said Dick warmly. "You are one of the greatest rascals I ever met, — not counting your father, — and the best thing you can do is to surrender. If you don't you'll have to take the consequences."

      "And we warn you to keep off. If you don't we'll shoot at you," was the somewhat surprising response.

      "No, no; please don't shoot at them!" came in Dora's voice. "I beg of you not to shoot!"

      She had escaped from Mrs. Goss' custody and now ranged up alongside of Dan Baxter and her other enemies who were handling the Flyaway. Her hair was flying wildly over her shoulders and she trembled so she could scarcely stand.

      CHAPTER XXI

       THE MEETING IN THE BAY

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      "There is Dora now!" cried Dick, and his heart leaped into his throat at the sight of his dearest friend.

      "Dick Rover, are you there?" came from the girl in nervous tones.

      "Yes, Dora, I am here, with my brothers and a sailor friend."

      "Save me, please!"

      "We will!" came from all of the Rover boys in concert.

      "Take her below!" roared Baxter angrily, as he turned to Mrs. Goss, who had followed Dora to the deck. "Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?"

      "She said she wished to speak to you," answered the woman. "I thought she wanted to make terms with you."

      Mrs. Goss caught Dora by the wrist and, assisted by Mumps, carried her below.

      She struggled and tried to fight them off, and her cries, reaching Dick, made the youth long to be at her side.

      "Let her alone, Baxter!" he cried hotly. "If you harm her you shall pay dearly for it, remember that!"

      "Talk is cheap, Dick Rover," came back with a sneer. "Now keep off, or I'll do as I threatened."

      "You won't dare to fire on us."

      "Won't I? Just come a little closer and you'll see."

      By this time the two yachts were not over a hundred feet apart, the Searchlight to the starboard of her rival. So far the countless stars had brightened up the bosom of the ocean, but now Martin Harris noted a dark mass of clouds rolling up from the westward.

      "We'll have it pretty dark in a few minutes," he cautioned. "If you want to haul up close, better do it at once."

      "All right, run them down," ordered Dick, half recklessly. "I don't care how much their boat is damaged, so long as I save the girl. Mumps ran me down, remember."

      "I reckon I can sheer 'em all right enough," grinned Harris, who by this time had entered fully into the spirit of the adventure. "But will they shoot?"

      "I don't believe they have any firearms," said Tom. "And if they have I don't think Baxter could hit the side of a house at fifty yards."

      "Are you going to keep off or not?" yelled Baxter. "I'll give you just ten seconds in which to make up your mind."

      "By jinks! he has got a gun!" whispered Sam, as he caught a glint of the polished barrel. "The villain!"

      "Baxter, you are playing a foolish game," answered Dick. "What do you intend to do with Dora Stanhope?"

      "That's my business. I shan't harm her if you'll promise to leave me alone."

      "Did you run off with her on Crabtree's account?"

      "It's none of your business," put in Mumps, who had just returned to the deck, after making sure that Dora should not get away from Mrs. Goss again for the time being.

      "It is my business."

      "You're awfully sweet on her, aint you?"

      "Do you know it's a State's prison offense to abduct anybody?"

      "I