ed if I know what he's going to do with
her. Just bought her a couple of months ago, and fixed her all up.
Overhauled the hull and rigging, put in new tackle and fixed up the
engines as good as new."

"Do you think he would sell her?" asked Jim.

"Not him," responded the captain. "He has just got her fixed to suit
him. She's fit for a queen now. Just come below and take a look around."

Accepting the invitation, Jim and Berwick went below and inspected the
staterooms and found that they fully justified the captain's praise.

"Ye gods and little fishes!" exclaimed Berwick, "it looks more like a
lady's boudoir than a ship's cabin."

"I fancy you've hit it, don't you know," agreed the captain, "I kind of
fancy that he's going off on a bridal tour."

"Where is the professor now?" asked Jim.

"He's off East somewhere," replied the captain. "I wouldn't be surprised
if he's gone after the lady."

"Much obliged to you, captain," said Jim, when they had gone up on deck
again, "I'm awfully sorry she can't be bought. I think she would have
just suited us."

"You can't never tell," observed the captain, philosophically, when they
were leaving, "you might hunt up the perfesser when he gets back.
Perhaps the lady might change her mind. Such things have happened."

"So I have learned," laughed Berwick. "Well, goodbye, captain. We may
act on your advice."

CHAPTER V.

WHEREIN ARE SEVERAL SURPRISES.

John Berwick had taken the oars on leaving the Storm King, and had
pulled for some time in the direction of the city. Without speaking, he
gave undivided attention to his task, while Jim seated in the stern
sheets, was also silent, lost in thought.

"Well, Jim," began Berwick, after a time, as they were nearing the city
wharves, "have you decided on your next move?"

"Yes," responded Jim, rousing himself. "The next thing I am going to do
is to get dinner.

"Then," continued Jim, "I am going to bed and get a good night's sleep
and make a fresh start in the morning."

"A most sensible thing, Jim," agreed the man at the oars.

"That's what Broome is going to do, too."

"What?" asked Jim.

"Make a good start in the morning."

"Can't help it if he does," growled Jim. "Have you anything better to
suggest?"

"No, I suppose that we have done all that we can."

"But not all that we are going to do!" snapped Jim. "I'll find some way
of squaring our accounts.

"Hallo!" he cried in an undertone a moment later. "N