is going to
hurt him any. It may do him good."

"But he may wander away and we may lose all track of him," answered
Sam. "I've heard of persons disappearing like that."

The Hendricks did all in their power to make the Rovers feel at home.
Sam and Dick were utterly worn out and took a brief rest. After that
came an elaborate meal, served in the Hendricks' spacious dining room.

The telephone rang several times, but they were only local messages, of
no importance to the Rover boys. But then came another message that
filled them with interest, being from the wireless office.

"It's from Captain Dwight," explained Jim, who took the message down.
"Too bad," he murmured.

"What does he say?" demanded Sam and Dick, in a breath.

"He can't find anybody by the name of Paul Haverlock, nor can he find
any passenger answering to the description you gave him of Tom. He
says, 'Too many answering your general description,' which means that
he can't pick Tom out, even if he is on board."

"Tom must have changed his name again," said Sam. "Most likely he
gives any name that happens to come into his head."

"But he ought to be on the steamer's list of passengers."

"That's true. I can't understand it."

For a long time the Rover boys talked the matter over. Had Tom really
gone to Alaska?

"We had better make some inquiries at the dock from which that steamer
sailed," said Dick. "Maybe we'll meet somebody who will remember Tom."

The next morning found them at the dock, Jim going with them. All
sorts of men and boys were interviewed, and at last they met a taxicab
driver who had carried Tom from the railroad station. He recognized
the photograph at once.

"Yes, I took him from the depot to the shipping office, and then
carried his handbag to the steamer," said the taxicab driver. "He was
a fine young man," he added.

"Maybe he tipped you pretty good," ventured Dick, with a faint smile.

"He sure did;--gave me fare and a dollar over."

"And you are dead sure he got on the steamer?" insisted Sam.

"I am. He was almost the last passenger on board and I am sure he
didn't come ashore again."

"Then he must have gone to Alaska," said Dick.

The youths had already learned that the ticket Tom had purchased had
been for Skagway. At that point, so the agent had told them, a
connection could be made for the White Pass and Yukon Route.

"That's the way Tom would go--if he wanted to get up to where that
moving p