The "Dock Rats" of New York; Or, The Smuggler Band's Last StandOld Sleuth
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The "Dock Rats" of New York; Or, The Smuggler Band's Last Stand
Old Sleuth
Smuggling -- Fiction
"Well, you had better go if you have four miles to travel
before sundown."
"Have you any messages to leave?"
"None."
"Who am I to report to in case you are never seen alive?"
"You are taking a serious view of it."
"I am; I tell you it's certain death for a stranger to remain
on this island to-night!"
"Suppose the stranger is not discovered, my good friend?"
"You are certain to be discovered. The whole island will be
patrolled."
"You speak like a man who has had some dire experience."
"I would not remain on this island to-night for the fall value
of it in dollars."
"Why do you specify to-night?"
"Oh, any other night it would be all right, but as you know,
it is a business evening to-night, and they will be all on
guard."
"I must take the chances."
"Well, good-bye; I go now."
"Good-bye; I will call and see you to-morrow and pay you your
reward."
"I hope you may, but I never expect to see you again. What I
recommend is that you guide the cutter to this place--"
"I must first know just where to guide them."
"Come here in force, and with all the knowledge you have you
will soon find the right place."
"I will come here in force in good season, but to-night I take
points alone."
"Good-bye."
"All right, good-bye."
Taylor spoke in a very solemn tone, and wore a solemn look
upon his face as he walked away.
The sun was just on the edge of the horizon when our hero
found himself alone.
"Well, well," he muttered, "I have been a lucky man. I've got
this business right down to the right point, and with the
additional information I shall gain I will be king of the
mystery."
The detective was highly delighted with his prospective
success, and with wonderful patience under all the
circumstances, he awaited the approach of night.
From his position on the bluff, he commanded a full view of
the smuggler yacht, and it was with a sweet unction to his
soul that he remembered his words to Denman and his crew: "I
shall see you again!"
He felt that he would come upon the smugglers at the proper
moment, like an apparition fresh from a new-made grave. The
men he knew believed him dead, and he well remembered the
proverbial superstition of sailors, and it struck him that the
time might come when it would stand him in hand to take
advantage of the startling shock that would certainly attend
his reappearance before that murderous crew.
Night fell, and the detective strained his eyes to watch the
movements on board the "Nancy."
The men, as he discovered, were playing their game well; at
the proper hour their lights were set, and all the necessary
precautions taken for a vessel which proposed to lay at anchor
all night in a water way.
The detective was still on the watch, while the hours slowly
glided away until near midnight, when he saw certain movements
on board the boat that warned him she was about to change her
position.
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