"Thought they'd fool us, didn't they, Sam?" asked one of the two men who alighted from it. "They sure did, but it isn't so easy to lose us. We're right after him." "You're not going to attempt anything to-night, are you?" "No, I just want to get the lay of things. I think we can work the racket better from a boat-end, as he'll fall easier for that; so we'll wait a couple of days. We've got lots of time, and the graft is too good to shorten up," after which rather enigmatical words, the two men sauntered past the restaurant, inside of which Dick and Tim could be seen seated at a table. The two friends--friends in spite of the differences in their stations--had a jolly time over their meal, Dick telling Tim something about the proposed yachting trip, and the newsboy, in turn, relating some of his experiences in the great city. True to his promise, Dick insisted on taking Tim home in another auto, which he summoned, and then, rather later than he was in the habit of turning in, the young millionaire sought his hotel well satisfied with his evening's pleasure. "Well, he's safe for to-night, anyhow," remarked one of two men, as they saw Dick pass through the hotel lobby. "Now we can get some sleep." They had resumed their shadowing from the restaurant. "Yes, and we'll try the game to-morrow, or next day," responded the other. Dick's first visit after breakfast was to the office of Mr. Blake, the lawyer. The attorney was not in, but a clerk informed the young millionaire that matters concerning the purchase of the _Albatross_ were proceeding satisfactorily. It would take several days, Dick was told. "Well, the best thing I can do is to amuse myself," he remarked, as he left the lawyer's office. He strolled back to the hotel, intending to take a bath, and don a new suit he had just received from the tailor. As he went up to the desk to get the key of his room, the clerk handed him a letter, with the remark: "Messenger left that for you a little while ago, Mr. Hamilton." Dick read it hastily. It said: "DEAR MR. HAMILTON: I am trying to hurry along matters concerned with the purchase of your yacht. I have seen the present owners, but there appears to be a slight hitch, to use a nautical term. I have another vessel in view, in case we can not get the one you want. I expect to be aboard her this morning. Could you meet me on her? She is the _Princess_, and is anchored off One Hundred and Eightieth Street. Suppose you run up there? You will find a launch at the dock to bring you out. I think, in case we can not secure the _Albatross_, that you will like this vessel fully as well. Come if you can. "Yours sincerely, "JAMES BLAKE."