Slower and slower went the launch. Bob, at the wheel, peered intently forward. At the bow Dan stood ready to thrust her nose away or draw her in toward the schooner. From the _Henry Nellis_ came no sound and only one light showed from her deck. The _Vagabond_ lost all headway and lay rocking gently in the black water. But Dan could reach the side of the schooner, and in another moment the launch was being pulled slowly along past the dark, tarry hull. Then came the most difficult task of all. They had decided that it would be wisest to have the _Vagabond_ turned around with her head to the stream, and now they set about it. But it was the hardest sort of work, and more than once sounds resulted which would have been sufficient to warn those on the schooner had they been expecting visitors. As no alarm was given the boys hopefully decided that they had escaped detection by the captain in the restaurant. Finally the launch lay straight alongside the schooner, amidships, and there was nothing left to do but wait for Spencer. Suddenly the clock in the cabin struck three bells so loudly that the four held their breath. They had forgotten to muffle it. They listened but heard no sound from the schooner. The minutes passed. Dan crept down and looked at the clock, returning to the cockpit to whisper that it was almost a quarter to ten. Then from somewhere on the schooner came the faint sound of a sliding door or hatch. Nelson groped his way to the cabin door so that he could reach the engine promptly. A moment passed. Then something fell at Dan’s feet with a soft thud and a dim figure appeared above at the rail. At the same moment a door crashed open on deck and heavy footsteps sounded. The figure scrambled over the rail and came half-falling to the deck of the _Vagabond_. Dan seized Spencer and dragged him into the cockpit just as the irate voice of Captain Sauder broke the silence. “Spencer!” he bellowed. “Where are you? Go below or I’ll shoot a hole in you! I see you there! Come out, you sneakin’ fool!” “Hurry, Nel!” whispered Bob hoarsely into the gloom of the engine room. Then the throb of the _Vagabond’s_ propeller sounded startlingly loud and the launch slid forward in the darkness. Back against the lighter background of the cloudy sky appeared the form of the captain. A red flare lighted the darkness where he stood and a bullet whistled over Dan’s head. “Duck!” cried Dan, forgetting caution. All save Bob threw themselves on to the floor of the cockpit. Again the revolver spoke and a bullet crashed into the cabin roof a foot from Bob’s arm. Then the _Vagabond_ was free of the slip and had swung upstream, her propeller churning the water into white froth at the stern. Once more the captain fired, but the bullet was lost far astern. As they passed the head of the next pier they could hear the captain raging and swearing back there in the night. CHAPTER XXV—WHEREIN THE _VAGABOND_ STARTS FOR HOME AND THE STORY ENDS