“Yes,” was the lad’s reply, “and you may be sure that you shall not escape again.”
The little launch was now headed at full speed for the spot where they had left the Sylph the night before, and after some hours the patience of those on board was rewarded. In the distance could be made out the faint gleam of a searchlight.
Rapidly the two vessels approached each other, until the launch at last scraped the side of the scout cruiser. A moment later Jack and his prisoner were safe on board.
Lord Hastings’ first thought was for Jack.
“Are you all right?” he demanded anxiously.
“Fit as a fiddle, sir, except that I could go to sleep right here on the deck.”
Frank approached and grasped his friend’s hand silently. The pressure of his hand was more significant than words, and Jack returned the grip with interest.
“You turn in immediately,” was Lord Hastings’ command to Jack. “I’ll look after the prisoner.”
“I’d like to see him safely ironed first, sir,” said Jack. “I had so much trouble getting him, that I would like to feel sure there is no chance of his escaping again.”
“Have your own way,” laughed Lord Hastings, and Jack went forward to see the job done.