CHAPTER III.
THE STRANGE FATE OF A STEAMER.
So exciting had been the day, and so fully had its every minute been occupied, that not until Cabot stood on the deck of the steamer "Lavinia," curiously watching the bustling preparations for her departure, did he have time to realise the wonderful change in his prospects that had taken place within a few hours.

That morning his life had seemed wholly aimless, and he had been filled with envy of those among his recent classmates whose services were in demand.

Now he would not change places with any one of them; for was not he, too, entrusted with an important mission that held promise of a brilliant future in case he should carry it to a successful conclusion?
[Illustration: On the deck of the steamer "Lavinia."] "And I will," he mentally resolved.

"No matter what happens, if I live I will succeed." In spite of this brave resolve our lad could not help feeling rather forlorn as he watched those about him, all of whom seemed to have friends to see them off; while he alone stood friendless and unnoticed.
Especially was his attention attracted to a nearby group of girls gathered about one who was evidently a bride.

They were full of gay chatter, and he overheard one of them say: "If you come within sight of an iceberg, Nelly, make him go close to it so you can get a good photograph.