"Trixy!" said Jermyn warningly.
"Allow me," said the Admiral, "to take you all to a hotel, where I may rob you of Jermyn a few moments."
Jermyn took the child's hand, placed himself between her and the Admiral, and thus they walked to the hotel.
[CHAPTER XXIII.]
"BEYOND THE DREAM OF AVARICE."
"MY dear boy," said the Admiral, as soon as the party had been comfortably stowed at a hotel, of which officers of the united service are very fond, and after luncheon had been ordered, "don't you want to make your fortune by a few strokes of your pen—or pencil?"
"Admiral," replied Jermyn, "my heart never before warned me so savagely of the condition of my pocket. Fire away."
"Good! Do you remember a conversation we had a few nights ago at the fort with a certain semi-public character about business?"
"A few nights ago?" repeated Jermyn dreamily. "I remember such a talk, but it seems that it was a few months ago."