the sailor went in. Let us go back and see if I dropped it there."
We went back and made a search lasting the best part of half an hour, but nothing came to light. Then we retraced our steps and looked around where we had first leaped from the carriage. It was all useless; not a trace of die precious map was to be found.
"I have a rough sketch of the map," said Dan. "I made it while Oliver and I were on our way here from Hong Kong."
"Where is it? " questioned Oliver eagerly.
"I left it home, in my other coat."
"I hope that isn't gone, too."
"It's not likely—unless fate is against us on this trip," rejoined Oliver soberly.
He was now anxious to learn if this duplicate map, if such it might be called, was still at home, and the team was whipped up and away we went.
Quarter of an hour later we knew the truth. The map was not only safe, but it was a very fair reproduction of the original, for I may as well state here that Dan was a good draughtsman and had studied civil engineering for several years.
"Thank fortune we have this map!" cried Oliver, and I have no doubt but that a load was lifted from his heart. "As soon as we get the chance we had better make three maps and reproduce the description, so that each of us can carry
