As the morning wore by with no news of the lawyer, McNamara's
uneasiness grew. At noon the marshal returned with a report that
the passengers were all aboard and the ship about to clear.

"By Heavens! He's slipped through you," stormed the politician.

"No, he hasn't. He may be hidden aboard somewhere among the coal-
bunkers, but I think he's still ashore and aiming to make a quick
run just before she sails. He hasn't left the beach since
daylight, that's sure. I'm going out to the ship now with four men
and search her again. If we don't bring him off you can bet he's
lying out somewhere in town and we'll get him later. I've
stationed men along the shore for two miles."

"I won't have him get away. If he should reach 'Frisco--Tell your
men I'll give five hundred dollars to the one that finds him."

Three hours later Voorhees returned.

"She sailed without him."

The politician cursed. "I don't believe it. He tricked you. I know
he did."

Glenister grinned into a half-eaten sandwich, then turned upon his
back and lay thus on the plank, identifying the speakers below by
their voices.

He kept his post all day. Later in the evening he heard Struve