As it proved, Mr. Selton was a good oarsman, and was out of sight when the men reached the beach.

The detective crept down and listened to what the men said.

The fellows had lanterns with them, and discerning the tracks of two men on the beach, they argued that both had gone off in the boat.

“They have got away,” said one of the men.

“That’s dead sure; and we’ve lost a good chance.”

“What’s your idea?”

“The man who beat us was that fellow Ballard.  We had him sure, but now it’s all day.  He’s gone off, and he has no further call to the coast.”

“What brought him here to-night?”

“He came to find the girl Renie.”

“Did you expect him?”

“Yes; Denman sent word to look out for him; our captain knew he would be coming to visit the cabin of old Tom Pearce.”

“Who could have murdered Pearce?”

“That’s the mystery.  I learned to-night that the girl had not been seen on the beach for a number of days; whoever killed old Pearce carried off the girl.”

“Sol Burton had a grudge against Tom Pearce and, his daughter.”

“Yes, but Burton was away on the ‘Nancy.’  He had nothing to do with it.”

“Do you suspect anyone?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Well.  I’m not giving out my suspicions; but we’ve made a blunder in letting that fellow get away tonight; but it’s all up now unless some other of the games against him work out all right.”

“I tell you we can run over and catch him on the mainland.”

“Do you think so?”

“I do.”

“Well, there’s where your head ain’t level.  We will never catch him now that he has got away from the coast.”

The men walked away and the detective fell to a big scheme.

Quick as lightning he changed his appearance, worked a perfect transformation, and strolled down toward Rigby’s, the old resort, of the gang before the storm of adversity set in over them.

Rigby was as deeply interested in the success of the smuggling business as any man connected with it.  When trade was good he had plenty of money and did a large business; but when it was bad his business decreased proportionately; up to the time of the arrest of the crew off the “Nancy” Rigby had been a passive man as far as the illicit traffic event, but when Ike Denman was in jail he sent for Rigby, and the man became an active partisan.  He had been let into the scheme with the capitalists, and the glow of big money was opened up to him.

A short time after the incident at the cabin of old Tom Pearce the residue of the gang began to assemble at the Rigby place.  The men were in an ugly and desperate mood.

Rigby had just returned from a trip to New York, where he had held a second interview with Denman.  The men had been awaiting his return.

Meantime the detective had stolen down to Rigby’s place, and had taken up an outside position, from whence he could take note for a few seconds, and overhear what immediately followed the man’s reappearance.