Pye
I looked up into Barraclough's face.
"Then you're all right," I said weakly; "and the Princess——"
"We've held these rooms, and by heaven we'll keep 'em," said he vigorously.
I saw now that his left arm was in a sling, but my gaze wandered afield under the lantern in search of others.
"The Prince and the Princess are safe," said he, in explanation. "But it's been a bad business for us. We've lost the cook, Jackson, and Grant, and that little beggar, Pye."
I breathed a sigh of relief at his first words; and then as I took in the remainder of his sentence, "What! is Pye dead?"
"Well, he's missing, anyway," said Barraclough indifferently; "but he's not much loss."
"Perhaps he's in his cabin. He locked himself in earlier," I said. "Give me an arm, like a good fellow. I'm winged and I'm all bruises. I fell into the saloon."
"Gad, is that so?" said he; and I was aware that some one else was listening near. I raised my head, and, taking Barraclough's hand, looked round. It was Princess Alix. I could make her out from her figure, but I could not see her face.