He sank to a chair as he spoke. His eyelids drooped. He was asleep.
Will waited only a single moment. He pushed open the door and crept into the cabin past the sleeping men and to the deck of the yacht.
“Free!” he cried, delightedly. “I am out of Captain Morris’ power at last.”
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
ON THE YACHT.
Will’s first impulse as he regained his freedom was to fly instantly from the boat, which an enforced imprisonment had made hateful to him.
He paused, however, as he remembered the issues at stake.
“When Captain Morris regains consciousness he will fly with his associates. The money, too!” cried Will. “Does it not belong to the Albatross, for he robbed the ship of its cargo?”
But what could he do with four men, even if asleep and harmless for the time being? He might bind them, but alone he could not manage the yacht.
He scanned the landscape searchingly. A long distance away gleamed a light to the far interior, probably that of some isolated farm house.