“And no wonder!” exclaimed Frank.
“All that day and night, and late into the following night I watched for some sign of a vessel, but I saw none. After that I remember nothing until I awoke upon this ship.”
“You certainly have had a strenuous time,” declared Lord Hastings, “almost three days alone in the middle of the sea without food or drink is enough to shatter the nerves of the most hardy. I can only wonder that you bear up so bravely now.”
“Miss Beulow is certainly a remarkable young lady,” agreed Lieutenant Taylor, glancing at her admiringly. “I hope that we shall not soon lose her company,” and he smiled at her.
The girl ignored this piece of gallantry, and turned to Frank, and the two were soon engaged in a little conversation of their own.
“What am I to do with you, Miss Beulow?” asked Lord Hastings at length. “I had not planned to put into port for days.”
“That is not necessary,” replied the girl. “I would not put you to such inconvenience, although I suppose I should look upon you as an enemy.”
“I hope you may never do that,” said Lord Hastings gallantly.
“I am sure I never shall,” replied the girl. “I suppose the proper thing is for me to remain here until you put into some port. Father probably is with the army, and will not know of my disappearance, and mother will think I have arrived home safely. Yes, I guess that is the best thing to do.”
“Whatever you say. Miss Beulow,” replied Lord Hastings.