* * * *

The vessel which had anchored in the bay, and which showed the British
ensign at her masthead, was the identical ship that our old friend Mr.
Mole had come in.

The messages that they had sent back to the different stations upon
their journey had been successful in guiding Mr. Mole aright, happily
enough.

They had barely cast anchor, when Mr. Mole had been lowered in a boat,
his intention being to come ashore, and get information, if possible,
regarding the object of his cruise.

But little did he think of picking up his information in the water.

Yet such was the case.

When half-way to shore, they came upon Bogey swimming swiftly along.

A few words of hurried explanation sufficed, and the astounded Mole had
the boat pulled flush up beneath the windows of the Konaki, first
rescuing Harry Girdwood and then Lola the Circassian girl, and Jack, as
we have described.

CHAPTER LXXII.

THE PICNIC--FIGGINS AGAIN IN TROUBLE.

After Jack had placed the beautiful girl in safety, he arranged for Mr.
Mole to tell him the news from home.

"Your dear father and mother are in a woeful state about you, Jack,"
said Mole.

"Why?" asked young Jack.

"I don't like beginning with reproaches, my boy," returned Mr. Mole,
"but I must, of course, tell you. Your little extravagances have been
troubling your father a great deal."

"I can throw some light on that subject," replied Jack. "I have been
robbed. Cheques have been stolen from my book, and my signature
forged."

Mr. Mole looked grave.

"Is this the fact?" he asked.

"Of course. However, we need not go further into that just now. Give me
the news. How is Emily?"

"Very well in health, but spirits low--sighing for her Jack," said
Mole, wickedly.

"Did she tell you so?" demanded Jack.

"Not exactly, but I can see as far through a stone wall as most
people."

"Yes, sir, I believe you can," said Jack. "That is about the limit of
your powers of observation."

"Ha, ha!" laughed Mr. Mole. "But I know how to comfort Emily, dear
girl. She'll be quite resigned to your prolonged absence when she gets
news of you. I have already written home to explain the odd
circumstances under which I met you--that you were shut up in some dark
room with a lovely Circassian girl, and that you subsequently rescued
her, and how very fond of you the lovely Circassian seems, and----"

"I wish you would only meddle with affairs that concer