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Rh At breakfast time the following morning came a telegram from Luke Watson. It read as follows:

"The hotel was the Castor. Think schooner was the Emma Brown, or Black, or Jones. Common name."

"Well, that isn't very definite, but it is something to work on," remarked Dunston Porter.

Soon the party of four were ready to start. There was a general hand-shaking and also a few kisses.

"Well, have a good time, even if you don't catch those fellows," said Mrs. Wadsworth.

"Keep out of trouble," warned Laura.

"Yes, yes, don't let them harm you," pleaded timid Jessie.

"And let us hear from you often," said Mr. Porter.

"I don't know what to say about this," said Oliver Wadsworth, shaking his head, slowly. "But if you do get on the track of those jewels, leave no stone unturned to get them."

"Leave that to me, Mr. Wadsworth," said Dunston Porter. "If we find those young men have the gems—or had them—we'll get them back, never fear." And he spoke in a tone that showed he meant what he said.