These words deliberately uttered brought Reynolds back from his contemplation of the room.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, looking Weston full in the eyes.
"Certainly. What did I ask you for, then?"
"Well, I am here because I was brought in on your boat."
"I know that," wag the impatient reply. "But what were you doing in this region?"
"I was looking for your daughter, sir. That's what I was doing."
Jim Weston's eyes grew suddenly big with amazement at this candid confession. Had the prisoner made any other reply he would have known at once what to say. But to see him standing so calmly there, looking him straight in the eyes, disconcerted him for a minute.
"Looking for my daughter, were you?" he at length found voice to ask.
"That's just it. But she found me instead."
"Are you not afraid to make such a confession, young man?"