brasswork polished and the decks holystoned, it seemed to Mart.
Everything was done by steam-power; while the wheel-house had a helm,
the steam steering-gear was used entirely, the anchor was worked by
steam, and the boats and launch carried on the bridge deck could be
swung out by the same power.

"What's waiting for us?" queried Mart as they turned to the after
companionway leading to the cabins.

"You come along and see," returned Bob Hollinger mysteriously. "Dad's
gone uptown, so we got the craft to ourselves right now."

Mart followed his friend down into the cabin, then stopped suddenly and
caught his breath. A big mahogany chest stood open at one side, and on
the table was laid out an astonishing array of hunting supplies. There
were guns of every conceivable size and shape, it seemed to him. He
picked up the first to hand and examined it, while Bob excitedly
explained.

"That's a Mannlicher-Schoener. It's dad's favorite for big game, Mart."

"Huh!" exclaimed Mart critically. "She ain't much bigger'n the old
twenty-two I used to have, Holly. I'll eat all the big game your dad
ever shoots with that gun!"

"Don't you believe it! That's the Austrian army gun--she's a
two-fifty-six caliber cordite, hasn't any kick to speak of, and they use
it on elephants in Africa. Why, she'll kill at a mile, Mart!"

"Mebbe," and Mart doubtfully laid the weapon down. "You'll have to show
me first, though. Whew! this looks like a regular hardware shop! That's
a beaut of a shotgun."

While it hardly seemed possible that the Austrian gun could be all Bob
said, Mart knew that his chum was well posted. However, there were guns
of all sizes and kinds, from target rifles to heavy twenty-gauge Parker
shotguns, as well as four ugly-looking automatic pistols. Besides these
there were half a dozen long hunting-knives, bandoliers, belts, and
other articles of equipment.

"Dad sent down his whole outfit," explained Bob gleefully. "We're likely
to get a chance for some fine shooting on the voyage. But say! Come in
here a minute! This'll make you sit up, sure!"

He hastily led his chum into the smoking-room beyond. A large
packing-case stood on the floor, and on the table was a small but
complete moving-picture machine, at sight of which Mart gave a yell of
delight.

"By golly!" he cried, examining it. "It's one o' those English things,
Holly--I was reading about it last week! You take 'em around with you
and--why, she's a wonder! No