I did so.
"Now prop him up in a sitting position—yes, get one of those cushions—that's it."
Then Bernard put some brandy into a tumbler and held it to the fellow's lips. He sucked greedily and gave a great groan.
Suddenly, as we stood there, there was a slight thud and patter of feet upon the deck above. We all heard it distinctly, and the German's eyes gleamed. My brother turned and dashed out of the cabin, Dickson and I following him. There was a loud shriek, a girl's shriek, and a scuffle, and then my brother said in an angry voice:
"The Fräulein von Vedal—sent to warn these spies. Bring her down!"
Then I began to understand.
Doris fought like a cat. She was almost too realistic; but we hauled her down into the cabin.
"Tie her up," said my brother in a hoarse voice of command.
We tied her up, sitting her in an arm-chair, and reefing our ropes so that she could not stir.
Then Bernard took off his hat and made a low, ironic bow.