"He was a prisoner in his stateroom, locked in, and with a man on guard."
She looked me squarely in the eyes after a disconcerting fashion which might have been acquired from her downright aunt.
"Do you know that, Dick? Or is it only a friendly guess?"
"I know it because I was locked in with him. The mutineers had given us our orders—told us that we were down and out, you know."
"And you made no resistance—you two?"
I didn't say anything about my futile attempt to choke Lequat.
"Bonteck seemed to be afraid of a general massacre, or something of that sort, if we should put up a fight."
"I'm not satisfied," she returned promptly. "It is too absurd. Could a thing like this have been planned without some hint of it getting to Bonteck? And then there is Mr. Goff: you don't mean to tell me that that crabbed, sour, shrimmy old piece of New England honesty and prying curiosity could be kept from finding out."
"Bonteck hints that Goff may be heading the mutiny."
"That," said Conetta, with calm conviction, "is simply nonsense. I wouldn't believe it, not if Mr. Goff told me so himself." And then: "Shall we go back to the others now? The storm seems to have blown itself out: and we mustn't forget—you and I—that we have agreed to disagree."