you?"

"Certainly." And Dick did so.

"It is the same fellow. I met him last night, down near the
lumber wharves. You see, I am a lumber merchant from Brooklyn,
and I have an interest in a lumber company up here."

"You saw Baxter? Was he alone?"

"No, there was another man with him, a tall, slim fellow, with an
unusually sour face."

"Josiah Crabtree to a T!" burst out Dick. "Did you notice where
they went?"

"I did not. But I overheard their talk. They spoke about a boat
on the Hudson River, the Flyaway. They were to join her at
Albany."

"Who was to join her?"

"This Baxter, if it was he, and somebody else -- a man called
Muff, or something like that."

"Mumps! You struck them, sure enough! But did they say anything
about the girl?"

"The tall man said that he would see to it that she was there --
whatever he meant by that."