“Yes, indeed,” answered Steve heartily, and the rest murmured agreement.  “How long will it take to find out, sir?”

“I’ll have the owner’s name in half an hour.  Then I’ll send them a wire.  You drop in tomorrow at this time and I dare say I’ll have something to tell you.  I’ll have a look at the boat this afternoon and get an idea of her value as a bottom.  Then we’ll get someone to give an estimate on her cargo.  Would you be willing to pay ten dollars for an appraisement?”

“Yes, sir, if that’s advisable.”

“Well, I think it is.  We’d better know what we’ve got, eh?  All right, gentlemen.  You leave it to me.  Where are you stopping?”

“We’re staying aboard our boats, sir, the Adventurer and the Follow Me.”

“I want to know!  Regular mariners, ain’t ye?  Well!  Well!  Guess you’re having a fine time, too, eh?”

“Yes, sir, we’ve had a pretty good time.  About—­about how much do you think we ought to get for the boat, Mr. Hyatt?”

“Including cargo?  Well, now, I don’t know, Mister—­What did you say your name is?”

“Stephen Chapman.”

“Mr. Stephen Chapman, eh?” The lawyer wrote it on a scrap of paper and thrust it carelessly into a pigeon-hole of the old walnut desk.  “Well, there ought to be a tidy sum coming to you, sir; yes, sir, a tidy sum.  Lumber is fetching money just now, and you tell me the Catspaw is loaded high.”

“Yes, sir, she’s loaded up to her rails.  Do you suppose we’ll get a thousand dollars?”

“A thousand dollars, eh?” Mr. Hyatt beamed broadly and nodded until all his chins in sight shook.  “Yes, you might look for a thousand dollars, boys.  It isn’t sense to get your expectations too high, but I guess you can safely bank on a thousand.  Oh, yes, a thousand isn’t unreasonable.  Well, you drop around tomorrow and maybe there’ll be something to report.  I’ll get right to work, gentlemen.  Good afternoon!”

“Funny old whale, isn’t he?” commented Joe when they were once more on the street.  “Suppose he knows what he’s talking about?”

“Why not?” asked Wink.  “He struck me as being rather a canny customer.”

“Well, he said a thousand dollars,” replied Joe.  “That’s a lot of money, isn’t it, for an old schooner like the Catspaw?”

“It isn’t much for the schooner and the cargo, too,” said Steve.  “I’m wondering if it oughtn’t to be a lot more; say fifteen hundred.  You see, a schooner like that costs quite a lot of money when it’s new.  And then, as Mr. Hyatt said, lumber is high right now, and there’s a pile of it on board.”

“A thousand will suit me all right,” said Joe.  “A twelfth of a thousand is—­is—­”

“A thirteenth you mean,” corrected Steve.  “Don’t forget Neil.”

“And don’t count your chickens until they’re hatched,” Wink advised.  “It’s unlucky, Joe.”

They found the other members of the expedition in various states of coma induced by a hearty dinner and lack of sleep, but they were all wide awake when Steve announced the result of the visit to the lawyer.