“Worse, I’m afraid,” declared Mr. Willing.
“I know!” exclaimed Shirley suddenly. “Mr. Bristow is concerned in this.”
“My goodness! I believe you are right Shirley,” declared Mabel.
“I know I am right,” returned Shirley positively. “This is why he sailed on the Yucatan.”
In the meantime the captors of the vessel had relieved all on board of whatever weapons they had. They had made a systematic search of the cabins, while some of their number kept the crew and passengers covered. Of the many aboard the ship the only ones who did not know what had happened were the engine crew and stokers.
The wireless had been among the first points seized, and the operator had had no opportunity of sending a message.
And now a young man moved about among the passengers, assuring them that there was no danger so long as they kept quiet. This young man came aft on the promenade deck where the Willing party stood.
Even as Shirley had surmised, he was Henry Bristow.
He smiled as he approached them.
“Well,” growled Mr. Willing, “I see you have put the thing through.”