"Yes, and Mumps too," added Sam. "Say, we ought to punch their heads well for them when we catch them." "Let us get our eggs before we cook them," said Tom. "By the way, I'm getting hungry." "Ditto," came from Harris. "Will you boys see what you can offer? I don't like to leave the tiller, for I know just how to get the best speed out of the _Searchlight_." "I'll get up some kind of a meal," said Sam, who had played cook on many previous occasions. Inside of half an hour he had the table set and Harris was called down, Dick taking his place. By the time all hands had been served they were in sight of upper New York City. "Now we had better take in some sail," said the old sailor. "The yachts are pretty thick around here and we will miss the _Flyaway_ without half trying unless we are careful." By the time it was dark they were pretty well down the water front of the metropolis. A consultation was held, and it was decided to lower the mainsail and topsail and leave only the jib flying. "We can't go much further tonight, anyway," said Harris. "I don't know but what it may be as well to tie up somewhere." "We'll have to do that unless we can catch some sort of clue," responded Dick gloomily. "If they have taken her to some place in New York we'll have a big job to find her." A half-hour passed, and they were on the point of turning in at a dock when Tom gave a cry. "Look! Look!" "What's up, Tom!" came from Dick and Sam simultaneously. "Is that the _Flyaway_?" All gave a look and saw a large yacht moving away from a dock just below where they had thought to stop. "Call Harris!" cried Dick, and Sam ran to the cabin for the sailor, who had just gone below. "I reckon that's our boat," said Martin Harris, after a quick look. "Hark!" cried Dick, and held up his hand. "That's Dan Baxter's voice, just as sure as fate." "I believe you," returned Sam. "Come, we can run her down in no time." As quickly as it could be accomplished the course of the _Searchlight_ was changed. But the tall buildings of the city cut off a good deal of wind, and it took several minutes before they could get their sails filled. "Boat ahoy!" shouted Tom, before Dick could stop him. "Is that the _Flyaway_?" "That's Tom Rover!" came back, in Mumps' voice. "They have tracked us, after all!" "Tom, what made you call?" demanded Dick in disgust. "We might have sneaked upon them unawares." "Never mind, I reckon we can catch them any how," returned Tom, but he was crestfallen, nevertheless, as he realized the truth of his elder brother's observation. "Crowd on the sail, Harris." "That's what I am a-doin'," came from the sailor. "We'll catch 'em before they gain the Battery." "Yes, but we must be careful," said Dick. "We don't want to have a collision with some other boat." "No, indeed," put in Sam. "Why, if one of those big ferryboats ran into us there would be nothing left of the _Searchlight_."