"Yes," agreed Jack. "Her decks are well laid, and that's a lot to be thankful for. Haven't spotted a sign of moisture anywhere below." Opening out of the saloon were eight cabins, four on either side, each lighted by a port, which, when closed, was fitted with a glass scuttle. From the saloon an alley-way ran right aft to a spacious cabin, extending the extreme width of the ship under the poop. Four cabins large enough for double berths opened out of the alley-way. "She's like a young liner," commented Harborough. "Plenty of room for the whole crowd of us. Well, that's about all. The sails and the rest of the inventory are in the store. Now, candidly, what do you think of her? Of course, she'll want a lot of refitting." "She's just the thing, I think," declared Villiers. "Yes," corroborated O'Loghlin. "There's precious little to find fault with the engines, as far as I can see." "As regards the refitting," continued Villiers, "we can do most of that ourselves. We are all of us handy men. The only difficulty is the docking." "That will have to be done by professional hands," said the baronet. "If we purchase the _Titania_, docking and coating the bottom with anti-fouling will be the first job. Right-o; let's call on the agent and prepare to haggle over terms." The yacht's agent received them without emotion. He was so dubious about selling the vessel, even when there was a "boom" in shipping, that he made no attempt to sing the praises of the neglected maiden. He had had dozens of prospective purchasers during the recent period following the yacht's release from Admiralty service, and every one had gone away without attempting to close with the deal. "Well, Mr. Strangeways," began Sir Hugh, "you've brought us down here to see a most disreputable old tub." The agent shrugged his shoulders deprecatingly. "You asked for particulars, sir, and we sent them," he replied. "She's not like the _Asteria_ and the _Falala_, both of which are on our books if you wish to inspect. But consider the price asked for the _Titania_--a mere song." "That's what I am considering," agreed Sir Hugh, grimly. "By the time she's fitted out, taking into consideration present-day prices of labour and material, she'll cost a small fortune. And even then she won't be a modern vessel by any means. No, sorry to trouble you, but I'm afraid there's nothing doing." "Perhaps, sir," said Mr. Strangeways, metaphorically grasping at the last straw, "you might care to make an offer?" "My price is fifteen hundred," declared the baronet promptly. "Not a penny more." "Impossible, my dear sir," protested the agent, raising his hands in mock dismay. "Sorry, good morning," said Harborough. "Come along, you fellows; we'll be late for lunch if we don't get a move on."