"Yes. Just as I thought; she is heading down the Staten Island
shore straight for Sandy Hook."

"They are bound for Searock!" cried Dick suddenly. "Mr. Baxter
mentioned the place just before they discovered that I was spying
on them."

"That's a good way down the New Jersey coast," said Sergeant
Brown. "Can this boat stand such a sail?"

"Can she?" snorted Harris. "She's strong enough to go to Europe
if you want to make the trip."

"Thank you; when I go to Europe I'll go in a steamer," laughed
the police officer. "I don't think you'd do much in a heavy
blow."

"The Searchlight would hold her own," answered the old sailor
confidently.

The breeze was increasing, and they rounded the Narrows at a
lively rate. The swell from the ocean now struck them, and the
yacht occasionally dipped her nose a. little deeper into it than
was expected.

"Here, I don't want, to get wet!" cried Carter. "I'm no sailor,
you know."

"You won't get much," laughed Harris. "This roll is just enough
to be pleasant."