It was just getting daylight when the long train rolled into the spacious depot at the state capital. Only a few working people and newsboys were stirring. Tom and Sam pulled themselves together with long yawns. "Sleeping in a seat doesn't come up to a bed, by any means," remarked Tom. "Which way now?" "We'll go down to the river and look for the _Flyaway_," answered his elder brother. "It will be like looking for a needle in a hay-stack," said Sam. "The boats are pretty thick here." "That is true, but it is the best we can do," replied the elder Rover. Once along the river front they began a careful inquiry concerning the boat of which they were in search. "Not much progress," remarked Tom, after two hours had been spent in vain. "This climbing from one dock to the next is decidedly tiring." "And I'm hungry," put in Sam. "I move we hunt up a restaurant." An eating place was not far away, and, entering, they ordered a morning meal of ham and eggs, rolls, and hot coffee. While they were eating a man came in and sat down close by them. It was Martin Harris, the fellow who had come to their assistance after the collision between the _Spray_ and the _Falcon_. "Hullo, how are you?" he said heartily. "Still cruising around in your yacht?" "No, we just got back to Albany," replied Dick. "We've been to school since we left you." "I see. How do you like going back to your studies?" "We liked it well enough," put in Tom. "But we left in a hurry!" he went on, thinking Martin Harris might give them some information. "Have you been out on the river yet this morning?" "Yes; just came up from our place below to do a little trading." "Did you see anything of a yacht called the _Flyaway_?" "The _Flyaway_? What sort of a looking craft is she?" "I can't tell you that." "One boat there attracted my attention," said Martin Harris slowly. "I saw two boys and a girl on board of her." "How was the girl dressed?" cried Dick. "She had on a light-blue dress and a sailor hat." "And the boys?" "One was dressed in gray and the other in dark-blue or black." "That was the boat! Where did she go?" ejaculated Dick, who remembered well how Mumps and Baxter had been attired, and the pretty dress and hat Dora was in the habit of wearing. "She was bound straight down the river." "We must follow her." "That's the talk!" burst out Tom. "But how?" "What do you want to follow the _Flyaway_ for?" asked Martin Harris curiously. "Those two boys are running away with that girl!" "Impossible!" "No, it isn't. One of the fellows--the fellow in dark clothing--is the chap who ran into us that day." "Well, now, do you know I thought it looked like him," was Harris' comment. "And, come to think of it, that boat got as far away from me as she could." "Do you think you would know her again? I mean the _Flyaway_--if we got anywhere near her?" asked Dick.