over there 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 Tringanu!"
Five minutes later Mart Judson found himself at a big mahogany table,
his chum opposite him, while the captain got charts from another cabin.
The luxury about him was astonishing; mahogany furnishings, walls,
bookcases, a talking machine and a piano, electric lights and fans.
Everything that could add to comfort or convenience was there, and he
was soon to find that the rest of the yacht was fitted up in like manner.
"Now," began Captain Hollinger, returning with his maps and charts,
"maybe you know, Mart, that I'm something of a big game hunter, eh?"
"I should guess!" grinned Mart. Like everyone else in San Francisco he
knew that Stephen Hollinger was an enthusiastic sportsman; indeed,
mining and hunting were said to be his chief pleasures in life.
"Well, I'm going hunting. And I'm going here--" he put his finger on
the map as the two boys craned their necks over it. "Tringanu is one of
the Malay states, on the mainland of Asia; it's not exactly civilized, but
I'm thinking of getting a mining concession there at a place I heard of.
"Here it is, on this chart of the China Sea. About halfway up the coast
of Tringanu, see? It's this bay and the lagoon, where the river drains
that big basin, that ought to have gold. There are tigers in the hills, so
I'm going over there on my vacation, maybe get a gold-mining
concession from the government, shoot a tiger or so, and come home
happier, healthier and wealthier. Isn't that a good program, Mart?"
"You bet your life it is!" cried the boy, his eyes shining eagerly. "Golly!
Say, was Bob talking turkey about my going?"
"I guess he was," laughed the captain, looking at Bob. "I told him I
could use a wireless man--had to have one, in fact--and he said you had
your license."
"Got it two weeks ago," admitted Mart with some pride. It had cost him
many hours of nightwork and study, had that license as wireless
operator. Then his face fell suddenly. "I'm not old enough to take the
job, though--"
"Shucks, that don't matter!" broke in Holly. "This isn't
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