"Yes, he's at Port Arthur."
"Where's that?"
"It's the old convict settlement, about forty miles from here."
"How do you get to it—by rail?"
"No, we must go by boat. If you'll look after Goody, I'll run down to the wharf and make arrangements."
"Hal, old boy, where should I be without you?" said Reg, turning a face full of gratitude on his friend.
"Nonsense. We must lose no time," and he hurriedly left in the direction of the harbour. Alongside Elizabeth Pier he found a small steam-boat and, as smoke was coming from her, he concluded she was in use.
"Ship ahoy, there!" he sung out.
"What's up, boss?" said a young fellow, putting his head through the hatchway.
"Is the skipper aboard?"