nd it? Find it! I can find it with a bone
quadrant and----"

"Find Tophet!" yelled Jarrow, and turned to the door.

"Look here!" shouted Dinshaw, reaching into his pocket and fishing
out the bill he got from Locke for his picture. "I can prove it!
Here's money, planked down, and more where it comes from. I'm to
go, I tell ye, an' if ye don't want none of it, I'll see Hood about
a boat. I thought ye was a friend of mine, Jarrow, so I come to ye.
This man I got could buy your old schooner and a hundred like her,
an' never miss the money. He asked for a boat and I said Jarrow,
an' when the young lady asked who's to skipper it, I said Jarrow's
the man, an' Peth for mate, an' he sung out for me to bring ye up
to the tavern an' sign the charter. I'll say no more--I'll see
Hood."

"What's this?" demanded Jarrow, turning back to stare at the bill.
Vanderzee leaned over the bar, and Peth craned his neck forward,
maintaining his eternal grin. They had never seen Dinshaw with so
much wealth before.

"Money!" piped Dinshaw, triumphantly.

"Has he gone plumb _loco_?" asked Jarrow, looking at Vanderzee.

"Dot money ain'd crassy," said the black man.

"Where'd ye git it?" asked Jarrow, reluctantly gentle.

"A rich man at the Bay View--with a young lady and a young man in a
helmet. I told 'em about the _Wetherall_ and they give me this
money to buy clothes, and sent me on the run for you. They want to
go to the Golden Isle. I better see what Hood's got for charter."

"You better stay right here," said Jarrow, pushing Dinshaw back
toward the bar. "I'm goin' to look into this."

"I'll see Hood," persisted Dinshaw.

"Luff!" commanded Jarrow, holding out his arms to head Dinshaw off
from the door. "You'll see me! You've been usin' me and my schooner
long enough, and if there's anything in this yarn of yours, it's
mine. Who's this man?"

"He's a rich man, and he'll take us," said Dinshaw.

"I'd believe ye sooner if ye said ye saw pink elephants," said
Jarrow. "Git down to cases. What's his name?"

"Money talks," suggested Vanderzee.

"Moonshine!" declared Peth.

"His name's Locke," said Dinshaw. "Will ye go, Jarrow? I'll make ye
all rich."

"Now what did this Locke man say?" demanded Jarrow. "I don't want
any ravin's. I want facts, straight out, so you come up into the
wind. What'd he say?"

"He said to look sharp about it," said Dinshaw, blinking at Jarrow,
a trifle confused at being questioned. "Stores and crew--r