icture was taken," said Dick. "That's the land of gold--and
also ice and snow."

"I guess the best thing we can do, Dick, is to get to Juneau and
Skagway as soon as we can."

"It would seem so, Sam. It's a pretty long journey."

"So it is, but what else is there to do? We don't want poor Tom to
become hopelessly lost, and in such a far-away country as that."

"If the travel wasn't so awfully heavy we'd have a better chance to
locate Tom," went on Dick. "But with the steamers so loaded it is
pretty hard to find anybody just by a description."

As the boys had both left Ashton in a hurry they had but few things
with them. In the Hendricks car they traveled around Seattle,
purchasing such things as they needed.

"I don't suppose Tom has much clothing," said Sam. "Poor fellow, I do
hope he doesn't go away up North where it is so cold!"

"I've got to send some word home and to New York," said Dick, after the
shopping was over.

"Dick, can you really spare the time to go to Alaska?" questioned his
brother. "If you can't, I could go alone."

"I think it is best for us to go together, Sam. I imagine we are going
to have our hands full, too. As for Dad's business, it will have to
wait, that's all. I think I can trust Mr. Powell to do the right
thing. The worst of the whole business is, this is going to worry Dad
and Aunt Martha and Uncle Randolph a great deal. But that can't be
helped."

At last came the time for the steamer to leave. The brothers had been
fortunate in getting a stateroom together. It was not a very desirable
room, but it was much better than nothing. And they would have gone,
"if they had to sleep on the anchor," as Sam expressed it.

Jim Hendricks came down to see them off. He shook hands cordially on
parting.

"I'm sure I wish you the best of luck," he said. "And I'll write to
your chums at Brill, telling them of what is taking place."

Slowly the big steamer left the harbor and turned her bow towards the
North. It was dark, so but little outside of the twinkling lights of
the city could be seen. Yet the Rovers remained on deck for over an
hour, for neither felt like turning in.

They noticed that the passengers were quite a mixed set. Many were
mere tourists, taking a round trip to Alaska for sight seeing. Others
were Alaskan merchants and traders, who had been "down to the States"
on business. Mixed in with the crowd were many men, young and
middle-aged, bound for the