His stenographer nodded comprehension, and the three investigators left the office. This time the office boy not only had his eyes open, but his mouth as well. “Gee!” he muttered, “I wonder what’s up.” Straight across the island the three investigators went hustling. A very few minutes brought them to the East River piers of the Coastwise Steamship Company. A tug, with steam up, was moored at the end of one of these piers. Through the great pier shed went Mr. Morgan and his two companions. The executive nodded greetings to employees as he went. Arrived at the end of the pier, the three leaped aboard the tug. “Good-morning, Mr. Morgan,” said the pilot. “Where do you want to go?” “Take us down to the pier where our lighters are. Make fast to the _Dixie_ and take her out into the stream. You can pull down between Governor’s Island and Brooklyn. This gentleman wants to examine that boat.” Lines were cast off, the pilot rang a bell, and the tug’s propeller began to churn the water. Slowly the tug drew away from the pier. In a very short time she was abreast of the barge wharf. The pilot nosed his way in beside the Dixie. The latter’s captain was on her deck. “Catch these lines and make fast,” called a hand on the tug, as he threw a hawser toward the _Dixie_. The _Dixie’s_ captain caught it and made it fast. Then he caught and fastened a second line forward. “We’re going to pull down the river,” said the tug captain, leaning out of the pilot-house. “Just cast off.” The _Dixie’s_ captain drew in the lines that held the barge to the pier. Mr. Morgan, followed by Sheridan and Willie, stepped from the tug to the lighter. “Your name is——” said Mr. Morgan, hesitating. “Jensen,” replied the captain of the _Dixie_. “Ah, yes. I had forgotten. Well, Jensen, this gentleman wants to buy a lighter. We’d like to sell the _Dixie_. But he won’t take her until he has looked her over well and seen how she behaves under tow.” “She’s a good boat,” said Jensen, with the customary pride of a sailor in his craft. “There ain’t none better afloat.” “I told him so, but he wants to be shown.” “We’ll show him.” Meantime the tug had gotten under way, and was drawing out of the dock, with the _Dixie_ fast beside her. Once clear of the pier, her captain turned down-stream. Sheridan remained on deck for a time, apparently watching the movement of the boat through the water. Then he turned to Jensen. “How’s her cabin?” he asked. “Snuggest little cabin on the East River,” replied Jensen. “Step in and have a look.” The inspecting party descended to the cabin. It was, indeed, snug enough. Jensen had it in pretty tidy shape. There were bunks along both sides and Jensen’s bed was made. He had a few articles of clothing piled neatly in a vacant bunk. Sheridan walked about and eyed everything keenly. “Don’t you have any closets?” he asked. “A boat like this ought to have closets.”