cars, and half an hour later the ferry at Jersey City.

Frank thought himself out of danger for the time being, but he was
mistaken.

Standing on the deck of the ferryboat, and looking back to the pier from
which he had just started, he met the glance of a man who had intended
to take the same boat, but had reached the pier just too late. His
heart beat quicker when he recognized in the belated passenger his late
jailer, Nathan Graves.

Carried away by his rage and disappointment, Nathan Graves clenched his
fist and shook it at his receding victim.

Our hero walked into the cabin. He wanted a chance to deliberate. He
knew that Nathan Graves would follow him by the next boat, and it was
important that he should not find him. Where was he to go?

Fifteen minutes after Frank set foot on the pier, his enemy also landed.
But now the difficult part of the pursuit began. He had absolutely no
clew as to the direction which Frank had taken.

For an hour and a half he walked the streets in the immediate
neighborhood of the square, but his labor was without reward. Not a
glimpse could he catch of his late prisoner.

"I suppose I must go to see Mr. Wade," he at last reluctantly decided.
"He may be angry, but he can't blame me. I did my best. I couldn't stand
guard over the young rascal all day."