by a swarm of tiny craft clamoring about her iron sides, while an
officer in cap and gilt climbed the bridge and greeted Captain
Stephens. Tugs with trailing lighters circled discreetly about,
awaiting the completion of certain formalities. These over, the
uniformed gentleman dropped back into his skiff and rowed away.

"A clean bill of health, captain," he shouted, saluting the
commander.

"Thank ye, sir," roared the sailor, and with that the row-boats
swarmed inward pirate-like, boarding the steamer from all
quarters.

As the master turned, he looked down from his bridge to the deck
below, full into the face of Dextry, who had been an intent
witness of the meeting. With unbending dignity, Captain Stephens
let his left eyelid droop slowly, while a boyish grin spread
widely over his face. Simultaneously, orders rang sharp and fast
from the bridge, the crew broke into feverish life, the creak of
booms and the clank of donkey-hoists arose.

"We're here, Miss Stowaway," said Glenister, entering the girl's
cabin. "The inspector passed us and it's time for you to see the
magic city. Come, it's a wonderful sight."

This was the first time they had been alone since the scene on the
after-deck, for, besides ignoring Glenister, she had managed that
he should not even see her except in Dextry's presence. Although
he had ever since been courteous and considerate, she felt the
leaping emotions that were hidden within him and longed to leave