Chapter Three.
A Wild Rush.
Hume was immediately shown into a tiny box of a cabin and the door locked upon him, an indignity that roused him to wrath, so that he banged against the frail panels with his fist.
“Look here,” said a deep voice from the alley, “if you don’t stow that sharp I’ll clap you in irons.”
“Leave him to me, Captain, and go on the bridge. Now, sir, will you oblige me by keeping silence for a few hours?”
Frank recognised the speaker by the rich tones, and immediately was pacified.
“If you wish it, I will; but please unlock the door.”
“Give me your promise that you won’t make any disturbance.”
“I promise.”
“Thank you.” She turned the key, and then he heard the rustle of her dress as she quickly moved away.