“When you land you may give me my liberty,” continued the young girl. “In the meantime, I am a prisoner of war; and, in that case, I must give my parole, mustn’t I?” she asked, with a bright smile.
Lord Hastings humored her.
“If you will,” he agreed.
“Well, then, I give my word that I shall make no attempt to escape,” and with that she arose, took the arm Frank offered her, and the two went on deck.
CHAPTER XV.
A PLOT OVERHEARD.
“Great Scott, Jack! Look!”
It was Frank who spoke. The two boys were standing in the shadow in the bow of the Sylph. Jack looked in the direction his companion pointed. A solitary figure was skulking along the deck.
“I see a man,” replied Jack. “What about it?”
“Didn’t you recognize him?”
“No; who is he?”