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"To eat has a more pleasant sound than to sleep," said Florence when they were once more in the cabin of the O Moo. "What do you say to lamb chops, french fried potatoes, hot coffee and doughnuts?"

"At two in the morning?" grinned Mark.

"What's a better time? All in favor, say 'aye.' The ayes have it."

"There are a few things I don't yet understand," said Lucile as they sat enjoying their repast.

"And a lot that I don't," added Mark. "Miss Florence Huyler, the pleasure's all yours."


"Well," said Florence, "it was about like this: The Negontisks were living in that old scow. Instead of three or four sleepy old Chinamen, there were twenty or thirty near-savages skulking about this dry dock.

Being afraid of us, they tacked a note of warning to our yacht. When we didn't leave they decided to frighten us or kill us, I don't know which.

They chased me into the old museum and tried to surround Lucile among the ice-piles. Lucile's seeing the blue face in the old Mission was of course an accident; so too was my finding the blue candlestick. That man who chased me lost it. When other plans failed they decided to set us adrift, which they did."

"But the blue God frozen in the ice?" questioned Marian.

"You remember the two men with the sled and the one man who appeared to come from nowhere? Well, I guess he was dropped off the sled with the blue God, a jug of blue water, and an ax. He cut a hole in the ice and, after covering the blue God with blue water left it to be frozen in. I stumbled upon the spot next morning. Little by little I guessed what was hidden there and how it was hidden."

"Seems strange they never came back for it," said Lucile.

"Police were too hot on their tracks," declared Mark. "They didn't dare to."

"And that," said Florence, "is the story of the blue God. Quite an exciting episode. To-morrow we enter upon the monotonous life of modern city cave dwellers. Good-bye to romance."

"Well," said Mark, "you never can tell."

He rose. "I must bid you good-night and good-bye. I work in the 'stacks'

of your great university library. Come to see me there sometime. Perhaps I might dish up a bit of excitement for you, you never can tell."

He bowed himself out of the cabin. Fifteen minutes later the cabin was dark. The cruise of the O Moo was at an end.