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It is not a particularly pleasant occupation cruising aimlessly up
and down the harbour in a fifty-foot police boat, staunch and fast
as she may be.
Every hour we called at a police post to report and to keep in
touch with anything that might interest us. It came at about two
o'clock in the morning and of all places, near the Battery itself.
From the front of a ferry boat that ran far down on the Brooklyn
side, what looked like two flashlights gleamed out over the water
once, then twice.
"Headlights of an automobile," remarked Craig, scarcely taking
more notice of it, for they might have simply been turned up and
down twice by a late returning traveller to test them. We were
ourselves near the Brooklyn shore. Imagine our surprise to see an
answering light from a small boat in the river which was otherwise
lightless. We promptly put out our own lights and with every
cylinder working made for the spot where the light had flashed up
on the river. There was something there all right and we went for
it.


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