"What, do you mean to say they don't know what's become of us?"
"I never said a word."
"My hat!" she cried. "Won't you get a wigging to-night?"
Then, seeing his evident discomfiture, she added:
"Never mind, I'll take it with you; and if she turns nasty we'll put a flea in her ear about those mud-baths. Come, let's have our fun, anyway." And she put her hand on the cabin door.
"Why, it's stuck!" she exclaimed. "I can't open it."
The Bishop grasped the handle.
"It isn't stuck!" he cried, shaking it. "It's locked!"
While events had been progressing in the cabin, others of no less importance were taking place on deck. Once they were well off the land, Funk lost no time in calling a meeting of the crew of the yacht, who formed a circle around him.