hope that Flannigan may underestimate the enemy. Anyhow, we'll see what happens. So:
"To the West, to the West, to the land of the free,
Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea."
"I believe it's the Hudson at New York, Mr. Trevelyan."
"All right; make it so."
Before the Adriatic was forty-eight hours at sea Mackeller received a wireless message from Miss Sarsfield-Mitcham, in London, saying that one of her father's creditors had taken action to recover the amount due to him, with the result that the company had gone into liquidation. This suit at law had been inaugurated in New York on the same day it was announced by cable that Lord Stranleigh was about to sail on the Adriatic from Southampton, accompanied by an imposing suite of servants, and attended by his two business managers, Mr. Mackeller, the distinguished mining engineer, the newspapers called him, and Edmund Trevelyan, scoffingly referred to as the poor relation of the Stranleigh family, who was visiting America ostensibly to study the railway position—a subject, one reporter cabled, of which he was as blissfully ignorant as of the intricacies of American politics. Lord Stranleigh, the cable message from London stated, had paid ten thousand dollars to the White Star Line for the accommodation reserved for himself and suite
