She hurried up the steps of Mr. M'Clinton's office. The alertoffice boy--who had been Bob's messenger to Lancaster Gate--mether.

"You're to go straight in, miss. The Captain's there."

Bob was in the inner sanctum with Mr. M'Clinton. They rose to meether.

"Well--are you ready, youthful lady?" the old man asked.

"Is it--are we to sail soon?"

"Next Saturday--and this is Monday. Can you manage it, Tommy?"Bob's eyes were dancing with amazenement.

"0h, Bobby--truly?" She caught at his coat sleeve. "When did youhear?"

"I had a wire from General Harran this night. A jolly good ship,too, Tommy; one of the gigantic Australian liners--the Nauru. You'reall ready, aren't you?"