“Yes,” she said at length; “I shall accept; and I thank you, Lord Hastings, for your kindness.”
This matter having been settled, Lord Hastings announced that he thought a good nap would do him good, and the young folks went on deck to enjoy the sunshine. Later in the day Lord Hastings was also able to be on deck, and, while the Sylph slipped rapidly along through the water, entertained the others with accounts of his travels.
Toward sunset Frank made out what appeared to be land.
“What land is it?” he inquired of Lord Hastings.
The Sylph’s commander took his glasses and carefully observed the land through the hazy atmosphere.
“It must be the coast of Denmark,” he replied, after a moment’s hesitation, “although I did not realize that we were that far north. We must have sailed considerably off our course.”
Night came on and still the Sylph continued her homeward journey without interruption, although a watch for evidence of any German vessel was being carefully kept.
It was while at supper that the peaceful calm on board was rudely broken.
From on deck came the sound of scuffling feet, followed by shouts and at length a shot. Then came the sound of running feet, a moment of silence, followed again by a volley of pistol shots.
Lord Hastings arose slowly to his feet and made his way on deck, closely followed by Frank and Jack.