"Queer name--_Jene Dark_ they call her." It was like pulling teeth to get information out of him, but Jim applied the forceps. The yacht had been lying out in the river for two weeks or more, possibly less; belonged to foreign parts; no one thereabouts knew who its owner was; nor its captain; nor its purpose in the harbor of New York. At last, quite gratuitously, the man volunteered a personal opinion. "Slippery boat in a gale--wouldn't trust her." Hambleton walked smartly back, taking a look both at the yacht and the motor-car as he went. The yacht's nose pointed toward the Jersey shore; the car was creeping out of the dock. As he overtook the machine, he saw that it was in the hands of a mechanic in overalls and jumper. In answer to Hambleton's question as, to the owner of the car, the mechanic told him pleasantly to go to the devil, and for once the sight of a coin failed to produce any perceptible effect. But the major-general, waiting half a block away, was still in the humor of giving fatherly advice. He welcomed Jim heartily. "That's a hole I ain't got no use for. 'Ow'd you make out?" "Well enough, for all present purposes. Can you undertake to do a job for me?" "If it ain't nothing I'd have to arrest you for, I might consider it," he chuckled. "I want you to go to the Laramie Club and tell Aleck Van Camp--got the name?--that Hambleton has gone off on the _Jeanne D'Arc_ and may not be back for some time; and he is to look after the _Sea Gull_." "Hold on, young man; you're not going to do anything out of reason, as one might say?" "Oh, no, not at all; most reasonable thing in the world. You take this money and be sure to get the message to Mr. Van Camp, will you? All right. Now tell me where I can find a tug-boat or a steam launch, quick." "O'Leary, down at pier X--2--O has launches and everything else. All right, my son, Aleck Van Camp, at the Laramie. But you be good and don't drown yourself." This last injunction, word for word in the manner of the pert Edith, touched Jimmy's humor. He laughed ringingly. His spirit was like a chime of bells on a week-day.