The boys all took a flier at the Holy Grail now and then.

It was a several years' cruise.

They always put in the long absence snooping around, in the most conscientious way, though none of them had any idea where the Holy Grail really was, and I don't think any of them actually expected to find it, or would have known what to do with it if he _had_ run across it.
You see, it was just the Northwest Passage of that day, as you may say; that was all.

Every year expeditions went out holy grailing, and next year relief expeditions went out to hunt for _them_.

There was worlds of reputation in it, but no money.