e owe
to one of our party, for our expedition this morning is one of search
of a missing member of our company."

The chief was then told of Jim's probable capture by the captain of the
Marjorie.

"Beauchamp, eh? So he is around again. Well, we on Rarihue concern
ourselves but little with the outside world. Rarihue has no harbor and
only small boats can effect a landing. Excepting for Bohoola the island
we are on, and one other uninhabited island, there is no other land
within two hundred miles. We are not a fighting people, and have no real
need to be. I've taught them to fight only for their homes. But if I can
help you in any way, be assured of my willingness."

The professor told of his own ship, and the harbor where it was
anchored. The "North" harbor, the chief recognized it to be. Could
information be given as to the probable anchorage of the Marjorie?

"Surely. In the South harbor, which is less than a half dozen miles
away, on the other side of the island. Wait a moment," added the chief.
"I will speak with my men." This he did, and promptly reported. "Yes,
there is a ship at anchor there. It is quite certainly your objective
point."

Censuring himself for the long delay, the professor now gave the order
to press on. The two old time friends, thus oddly thrown together,
grasped hands and made promises to meet once more before the great
oceans should separate them again.

"Tell Beauchamp," the chief cried after them, "if you see him, that he
too is too late. The treasure is gone."

CHAPTER XXIV.

ON BOARD THE MARJORIE.

Jim had a restless night. He was sadly disappointed with himself, that
he should have so carelessly allowed his enemies to triumph over him. He
could not imagine for what purpose he was now detained, and he was very
determined upon seeking an early opportunity to escape.

In the circumscribed quarters of the brig in which he was confined, he
could move about but little. There was a small porthole, but far too
small for any possibility for escape through the opening.

The night was hot and little air astir. He gazed purposelessly through
the porthole, dozing anon till far after the middle of the night, he was
aroused to active interest by seeing the lights of another ship. From
his viewpoint, the harbor's opening toward the sea was visible.

There was commotion now over his head, the running about of sailors,
calling the captain to the deck. The mate and others of the crew a