My idea is to buy a small, stout sailing-craft second-hand; ship a crew ostensibly for a pleasure trip, and sail as soon as possible." Mr.Chalk's face brightened.

"And we'll take some beads, and guns, and looking-glasses, and trade with the natives in the different islands we pass," he said, cheerfully.

"We may as well see something of the world while we're about it." Mr.Tredgold smiled indulgently and said they would see.

Messrs.
Stobell and Chalk, after a final glance at the map and a final perusal of the instructions at the back, took their departure.
"It's like a dream," said the latter gentleman, as they walked down the High Street.
"That Vickers girl ud like more dreams o' the same sort," said Mr.
Stobell, as he thrust his hand in his empty pocket.
"It's all very well for you," continued Mr.Chalk, uneasily.

"But my wife is sure to insist upon coming." Mr.Stobell sniffed.