"Hong Kong for mine," said Locke.
"Dad! Come here, please," called Marjorie. "Captain Dinshaw wants to go to his island. It seems to me that you men who are looking for something to do might help him out."
"I'll give him ten pesos for one of those pictures," said Locke.
"The other for me at the same price," said Trask.
"Stingies!" cried Marjorie. "If I were a man, I'd go find his island."
"Perhaps I will," said Trask.
"None of this Count of Monte Cristo stuff for me," said Locke, as he laid down a bill before Dinshaw. "Say, captain, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll pay your passage home first class if you'll go so that you can get back to your relatives. Now you can't say I'm a piker, Marge."
"Ten pesos!" whispered Dinshaw, staring at the bill. "Thank ye kindly, sir. I'll make ye all rich."
"But how about going home?" said Locke. "I'll fix you up with some clothes. This is no place for an old man like you."
"Home!" said Dinshaw. "I'm at the Sailors' Home."