"That is kind of you," nodded Mr. Farnum, gratefully.

Accordingly, a few minutes later, Mr. Rhinds arose, sauntering, cigar in
mouth, over to the table of the officers of the naval board. He spoke
with them a few moments, then returned.

"Mr. Farnum, and Mr Pollard," announced Rhinds, "Captain Magowan and his
associates invite you to come over and sit at their table. Radwin, will
you look after our young friends? See whether you can show them any
courtesies."

A highly significant look passed between the portly rascal and his
secretary. None of the Farnum party, however, noted it.

"Well, what shall we do, boys?" inquired Radwin, genially, as, the four
sauntered down the lobby toward the hotel entrance.

"I reckon taking things easily and restfully will suit us as well as
anything," smiled Jack. "That is, unless you have some plan you
particularly wish to suggest."

"Well," continued Radwin, thoughtfully, "the town is rather full of
sailors, just at present, and they're making the nights lively in some
sections. Do you care to go around with me, and see what the sailors are
doing to drive dull care away?"

"Well, that is a question," said Jack Benson quickly. "We're boys, you
know!"

"Sensible young fellows," cried Fred Radwin, in a tone so full of