on the wharf? They're cabin
stores for a cruise. And you're goin' along with us."

Mart stared blankly at his friend. Bob was plainly in earnest, for all
that his blue eyes were dancing.

"Cut out the funny business! I've got to get back. Did you send that
message or did your dad?"

"Nothing doing on going back," laughed Bob, seizing his arm. "Hold
on--this isn't any pipe dream, old scout. Mother's gone east for a
month. Dad's got to quit work--got indigestion or gastritis or some o'
those stomach things. So we're goin' across the Pacific. You're going
along."

"Not me!" ejaculated Mart quickly, wondering if his chum were crazy. "I
got to hold my job. I'll get a chance at a real wireless job in the
spring, maybe."

"Well," and Bob shrugged his shoulders, "if you'd sooner work in the
shop for eight a week than be wireless man on the _Seamew_ at forty a
month and all found, you can. And if you like San Francisco better'n the
other side o' the world, suit yourself. _I_ ain't your boss, of course!"

The two stared at each other, and slowly the reality of the thing grew
in Mart Judson's brain. Yet it was impossible! He had his wireless
license, but no one would employ him at his age. But Holly was plainly
in dead earnest. Mart could only stare.

"Where you going?" he asked suddenly.

"Tringanu."

"What's Tringanu?"

Bob hesitated. "Well, I'm not quite sure myself," he answered. Then his
face brightened quickly. "Here's dad coming now--we'll ask him. It
struck me kind o' sudden too."

Mart turned as a step sounded behind him, and his hand met that of
Stephen Hollinger. The millionaire was dressed roughly in serge and
yachting cap, for he was his own captain aboard the yacht. His strong,
whimsical face lighted up in a smile at Mart's expression.

"So you got down, eh! Glad to see you. Bob told you about it yet?"

"I just got here," replied Mart. "If he wasn't joking, Mr. Hollinger--"

"Where's Tringanu, dad?" broke in Bob excitedly.

Captain Hollinger--for he assumed this title aboard the _Seamew_--looked
at the two boys amusedly, then took each by an arm and propelled them
toward the companionway.

"Come along to the cabin; I'll give you half an hour. You see, Mart,
we've been so rushed that even Bob hasn't had time to get an
explanation. I got doctor's orders two days ago to drop business and do
it quick. So we came up from Pasadena, the yacht will be in commission
in another day or so, and off we go to