burly man's face clouded and he made a move as if to follow him.
"You stay here," said Tom, and put his hand in his hip pocket, as if about to draw some weapon.
The man changed color and shifted uneasily.
"All right, have your own way," he said. He was a coward at heart, and as he had not been in the plot against Anderson Rover he did not wish to get any deeper into the trouble.
It did not take Dick long to convince himself that his father was not on board the schooner. He called his parent's name, and then passed swiftly through the cabin and several staterooms and also a cook's galley. He saw where somebody had been locked in one of the staterooms, for the compartment was in disorder and the door was marred and cracked.
"Dad must have struggled to get away," he murmured. "I hope they didn't hurt him."
When Dick came on deck he found Tom guarding the burly man. The two sailors were still asleep—or pretended to be.
"Nothing doing below," he announced. "I guess they took him ashore."
"We might as well go ashore, too, then," said his brother. "We are wasting valuable time here." He turned to the mate. "Will you tell
