Escorted by the Thespis, which had been relieved from iceberg patrol duty for that year, the Morning Star, with Terrill a practical prisoner on board, made a quick run back to St. Johns, N. S., the nearest port. Both Terrill and Jarrow vanished soon after landing, and a few days later there was a vacant suite of offices in the building where Terrill & Co. had once hatched their shady schemes.
The gold plate and relics turned out to be immensely valuable and all concerned in the expedition shared Uncle Toby’s generosity, including Noddy Nipper and Pompey. Noddy set up a news stand, which is making good money and Pompey started a colored restaurant where the chocolate-colored élite of New York gather. He never tires of telling them of his adventures, nor do they suffer in the telling.
Captain Carson was “set on his feet� by Uncle Toby, having escaped punishment through the mercy of the authorities. He is now part owner of a fine schooner trading between Boston and the West Indies. Captain Toby was urged by his friends to purchase a conventional residence on his accession to fortune, but he still lives on board the old Venus. He says he would not feel at home anywhere else.
As for Jack and Raynor, after a fine time ashore, with plenty of money to spend after their good luck in the Arctic, they soon began to pine again for active life. To Jack, existence ashore, even with the society of pretty Helen Dennis, began to pall, after the many adventures he had encountered.
But how he gained another step upward toward his ambition in life, and what further experiences lay before him must be saved for the telling in another volume. And here let us leave them, satisfied that in the future all will be well with Uncle Toby’s companions in the search for the stone chest, and the hardy members of the Iceberg Patrol.
THE END.