“Gad, I don’t know,” returned John, with a puff of smoke.
“Didn’t you say she was drowned off the African coast?”
“I saw so in the newspapers.”
“Didn’t you tell me about the Falcon rescuing her from the pirates, and then getting wrecked with all on board?”
“Yes, but then there was a girl that escaped.”
“Oh ho!” said my father, with a long whistle. “I didn’t know that.”
He turned and looked at me hastily, but in deep perplexity.
“So you’re the girl, are you?” said he at last.
“I am your daughter,” I answered.
I saw him look at John, who winked in return.