“And what’s your object?”
“Never mind. I had one and have gained it. My yacht, the Stella, followed us all through the night; and the row up there means that my men have just come aboard.”
The racket on deck was dying down now and I soon heard Burroughs calling my name loudly and anxiously.
“Donnington! Ralph! Where are you?”
I opened the cabin door and answered him.
“Is all well with you?” he cried, eagerly. “I was getting worried about you.”
“It’s all right, Jack, but it was touch and go, owing to Captain Gompez here, the leader of the lot.”
“Been making trouble, has he? Have you left any kick in him?”
“What are you going to do with us?” interposed Gompez.
“Send you to sea for a week in charge of my friend here, Mr. Burroughs—and a crew chosen from my own yacht. At the end of that time I shall probably hand you over to the authorities with a full statement of all this.”