Tyke and Drew promised that they would, and, with a cordial handshake, Captain Hamilton left the office.
Grimshaw carefully stowed the map and paper away in his safe, and then turned to Drew.
"Named his craft after the daughter he spoke of, I reckon—Bertha Hamilton. Well, perhaps it'll bring us luck. Cap'n Rufe is some seaman, an' no mistake." Then he added, with a quizzical smile: "Quite a lot's happened since this time yesterday."
"I should say there had!" responded Drew. "My head is swimming with it. It'll take some time for me to settle down and get my bearings. I'm tempted to pinch myself to see if I'm not dreaming. If I am, I don't want to wake up. You're certainly good to me, Mr. Grimshaw," he added warmly.
Tyke waved aside Drew's thanks by a motion of his hand.
"Everything does seem topsy-turvy," he said. "I thought that the old hulk was laid up for good. But now it seems she's clearing for one more cruise. An' it's all come about so queer like. Now if I——"
Tyke checked himself and rose to his feet.
"Well, now we've got one more reason for hustling," he declared. "You'll have your hands full from this time on, my boy, an' so will I. You want to begin to break Winters in right away, so that he'll be able to take charge of things while we're gone."
"How shall I explain it?" asked Drew. "What shall I give as a reason for the trip?"
Tyke reflected for a moment.