Frank Chadwick jumped from a chair in the front window and ran toward the door. A form had swung from the sidewalk along the drive that marked the entrance to Lord Hasting's London home and at sight of it Frank had uttered an exclamation. Now, as the figure climbed the steps, Frank flung open the door. "Jack " he exclaimed with outstretched hand. "I feared something had happened, you have been gone so long and we had heard nothing of you." "I'm perfectly whole," laughed Jack, grasping his friend's hand. "Why, I've been gone less than two weeks." "But you expected to be gone only a day or two." "That's true, but a fellow can't tell what is going to happen, you know. I wasn't sure I should find you here when I returned, though." "You probably wouldn't had you come a day later," returned Frank. "How's that?" "We sail tomorrow night," said Frank. "By George Then I'm back just in time," declared Jack. "Where bound this time?" "I don't know exactly, but personally I believe to America." "Why?" "The United States, I