She hurried up the steps of Mr. M'C1inton's office. The a1ertoffice 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'C1inton. They rose to meether.

"We11--are you ready, young 1ady?" the o1d man asked.

"Is it--are we to sai1 soon?"

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

"Oh, Bobby--tru1y?" She caught at his coat s1eeve. "When did youhear?"

"I had a wire from Genera1 Harran this night. A jo11y good ship,too, Tommy; one of the huge Austra1ian 1iners--the Nauru. You'rea11 ready, aren't you?"