“Then—the boat!”
“Yes, but don’t hurry or grow excited; the vessel may burn a day or two before the final calamity comes. We have plenty of time to do our duty.”
“Yes, I understand,” said Mr Frewen, and he hurried towards the saloon.
“Aren’t we going to try and put out the fire, Mr Brymer, sir?” said Bob Hampton.
“No, my lad; we’ll leave that to Jarette and his gang. Come and help.”
By this time we had reached the cabin-door, from beneath which the faint light shone, and Mr Frewen exclaimed—
“Are you there, Miss Denning?”
“Yes, yes,” she cried eagerly. “Pray, pray help us.”
“Yes. One minute; is the door locked on the inside?”
“Yes,” came from within, in company with a sharp snapping sound which was repeated, while the doctor felt outside, and convinced himself that it was secured there too, and that we had no means of unfastening it.