“I am astonished at Hong Yo’s trusting anybody,” commented he. “It was not trust,” spoke the Chinaman, coughing hollowly. “It was my fixed belief that it was to his advantage to remain faithful.” “A fool can never be trusted even to see an advantage,” declared Farbush. “I would not be quite so confident of his folly,” advised Kenyon. “He seems to have been shrewd enough to escape us to-night. He suspected that the yacht would be stopped on her way out, apparently; so he did not venture aboard her. And, to gain time possibly, he sent her out in charge of three of her crew. There is no knowing where he has gone in the meantime.” “Have you searched the yacht?” asked Farbush. “No.” “Then he may be aboard, after all.” A half-dozen men searched the _Wizard_ from end to end; but, as Kenyon had reasoned, Forrester was not on board. Steam was gotten up and the _Wizard_ was headed toward Pelham Bay, the two power-boats following in her wake. “That, then, was your boat that we heard all along,” said Farbush, as he leaned over the _Wizard’s_ stern rail, his eyes upon the two low-lying, shadowy crafts. “Very likely, you did hear us,” answered Kenyon. “You seem to have quite a crew on board of her,” commented Farbush, peering through the night. “Of course. Like yourself I was not at all sure as to what resistance I’d meet with. Success only comes to the ready man.” Just then a great beam of white light shot across the water and brought all three vessels into strong relief. It was the searchlight at Fort Schuyler; the firing had evidently been heard, and they were endeavoring to locate the trouble. At the first swinging sweep of the light the _Vixen’s_ decks were flooded. Kenyon saw Gypsy Brady and his followers still grouped about the rebellious skipper and engineer; at the wheel was a slim, girlish figure enveloped in the long coat, and near by was Garry Webster. At the first flash Farbush uttered an exclamation; then he turned upon Kenyon with distorted face and upraised hand, his whole frame shaking with what looked like fury. For a moment he stood thus, glaring at the imperturbable adventurer. Then his hand dropped and the look gave place to a smile, while he said, hurriedly: “What the devil! That confounded light almost startled me out of my wits!” XXI KENYON BEGINS TO SEE THE LIGHT “And, so, the youth he sat him down in the shade of the tree, and told him many things that he had not heard before.” --_The Amazing Adventures of Mansour Bi._ IT had been after dawn when Kenyon reached his hotel, and he had slept all day. So it was about six in the evening when he arose and bathed and shaved and put on a well-fitting business suit of gray which his tailor had lately delivered. “I’ve been living in my evening clothes of late,” said he; “and it feels rather good to get into something else.” A knock came upon the door. “Come,” said he. A bell-hop opened the door, and said: