"No, but I have a cook book which tells you how every one may be a cook. I thought—"
Filipo, did not finish his sentence. His eyes were roving around the cabin in search of something and Pauline was looking very hard at him.
"What's that ticking sound?" inquired the cook. He went to the cabin clock and listened. No, it wasn't that. Pauline could hear it, too, and it wasn't her tiny watch. Filipo made a search of the cabin and finally located the sound under the floor. A moment more and he had laid bare the pirate's bomb. He leaped on deck and took in at a glance that the pirate had left in the only boat.
In another instant he was below again, tearing off his wig.
"Polly, it's I. There's an infernal machine ticking here ready to blow us up."
He tried to lift up the bomb, but it was wedged fast.
"Harry, for Heaven sake, what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you in a minute in the water as soon as we have jumped overboard. Come."
He seized Pauline, carried her up on deck.
"Where's Mr. Boyd?"