a large seal recently had been killed and cut up on the deck. As a foretaste of the time when dozens of dogs must be kenneled there, five of the best beasts of the last Viborg expedition, which had been shipped at Denmark, were running about, smeared with the blood of their seal feast and barking at the nearness of land.
Half the crew of six men who had worked the vessel across the ocean busied themselves with scrubbing and cleaning to prepare for the visit of the Viborg's new owners. Geoff, watching his sister, saw her glance once at Latham, who shook his head; but she, without waiting for the cleaning on board the other ship to be finished, went down to the boat beside the yacht. Geoff and Latham and Koehler entered the boat with her and rowed to the Viborg.
Captain Jerry McNeal, of the lost Aurora, met them and showed them about. He had been informed by cable and by letter, when he went from England to Copenhagen to take the Viborg, that one of the cabins was to be occupied by Miss Sherwood. He had not entirely credited the information, but had kept one
