there, old fellow,” cautioned Jim, “remember I haven’t got my bathing suit on.”

“What in the name of all that is wonderful is he doing there?”

“Looks as if he was taking a nap,” said Jim. “Sh! Don’t wake him!” as Berwick with his hand to his mouth was about to call. “We’ll crawl up on him and take him by surprise.”

“Make him think old Broome has got him,” chuckled the engineer.

Berwick pulled the boat gradually up to the wharf, and after making fast, the two conspirators climbed up on to the wharf and crept toward the unsuspecting Juarez, as has already been told in the opening chapter of this book.

Juarez had not recognized his antagonist, and struggled furiously. The two rolled and tumbled about on the floor of the wharf, there being no time or opportunity for any explanation. Berwick, who had watched the outcome of the “surprise” with amusement, thinking it had gone far enough, was about to interfere, when Jo and Tom, who had come up unobserved, threw themselves into the melee, and in a trice had Jim secure and powerless to move.

“Whew!” panted Juarez. “That was a close call.”

“I told you to watch out!” declared Jo. “But it isn’t Broome.”

“Jo! Tom!” called Berwick, who was shaking with laughter at the turn the affair had taken. He stepped out of the shadow where he had been hiding.

“Hallo!” cried Tom, suspiciously. “Who is it?”

“It is I, John Berwick,” responded the engineer, between peals of laughter. “Better let your captive up, but keep out of his reach. It’s Jim.”

“Jim!” exclaimed Jo and Tom together. “What is Jim doing here?”

“Just giving Juarez a little surprise party,” explained Berwick.

Promptly while still talking the boys had released Jim, who got on his feet sputtering and angry.

“Hold on, Jim,” expostulated Berwick. “It’s all your own fault. You brought it on yourself. But, I say, Juarez, where did you come from?”

“Just came on from home,” said Juarez. “Thought I’d give you a surprise.”

“You did all right,” laughed Berwick. “It seems to have been a surprise party all around.”

“Ho!” cried Jo, “that ain’t all, we’ve got a bigger surprise yet.”

“What is that?”

“What do you say to a trip to the South Seas and a search for a treasure island?”

“For a what?”

“What are you talking about?” demanded Jim, who had been slowly recovering his good humor.

“A trip to the South Seas,” reiterated Jo.

“I say,” interposed Berwick, “I thought you said, Jim, that the first thing you were going to do was to get dinner. I begin to feel a hollowness in my interior that needs attention. Suppose we postpone explanations until we have had something to eat.”

“Now, you’re talking sense,” agreed Tom. “And we’ll hunt up the professor and have him, too.”

“The professor!” exclaimed Jim. “Who is he?”

“Oh, the professor with a name as long as the alphabet,” replied Jo. “He can explain better than we can.”

“The professor with the long name!” cried Jim and Berwick simultaneously. “What do you know about such a man?”

“Nothing,” replied the boys, “except that he has engaged us to go on the Storm King for a treasure hunt. What is the matter with him?”

“Well, that beats all!” said Berwick weakly.

“What’s all the palaver about anyhow?” demanded Jo. “I thought we were going to get something to eat before we had any more talk.”

“Come on,” said Berwick. “I know I’m dreaming, but want to get the dinner before I wake up.”

“Where is the professor?” demanded Jim.

“He’s at the Golden Gate Hotel,” answered Jo. “We all came on together and went to the hotel. Then we came out to hunt you up. We were going to get a boat and row out to the Sea Eagle.”

“Lucky you didn’t,” returned Jim. “Old Bill Broome has got the Sea Eagle again.”

“He has!” cried Jo and Tom in consternation, “what did you let him take her for?”

“That was unavoidable,” volunteered Berwick. “He has some illegal claim which Jim can’t upset, the lawyers say.”

“Can’t we get her back again?” asked Juarez.

“We certainly will,” answered Jim, “now that you are all here. I’m awfully glad to have your help.”

“Let’s go and see the professor,” suggested Juarez. “Perhaps he will help us out.”

“Of course, he will,” said Tom. “He’ll know just what to do.”

“Which is more than we do,” remarked Berwick to himself.