Or perhaps he is at Long Beach, or Santa Monica," he said quietly.
"On this coast!" exclaimed Maud.
"Yes." Patsy was all excitement by now and could no longer hold her tongue.
"Is the yacht _Arabella_ yours ?" she demanded.
"It is, Miss Patsy." "Then it is lying off Santa Monica Bay.

I've seen it!" she cried.
"It was named for my mother," said the boy, his voice softening, "and built by my father.

In the _Arabella_ I made my first voyage; so you will realize I am very fond of the little craft." Maud was busily thinking.
"Is Captain Carg a Sangoan ?" she asked.
"Of course.

The entire crew are Sangoans." "Then where has the yacht been since it landed you here fifteen months ago ?" "It returned at once to the island, and at my request has now made another voyage to America." "It has been here several days." "Quite likely." "Has it brought more pearls from Sangoa ?" "Perhaps.

I do not know, for I have not yet asked for the captain's report." Both Uncle John and Patsy were amazed at the rapidity with which Maud was acquiring information of a really important character.