"Yes, he is drowned and out of the way," rejoined Kenworth, "and it was we, after all, that had the good fortune to be picked up by a fishing boat after drifting about in our life belts for hours, and to be brought ashore here. And now, confound it, just when everything looks like smooth sailing, Mister Red Head has to bob up and spoil it all."
"Never mind that now," said Saki briskly, "he cannot have gone far. We must find him."
"He must be in this room," declared the spectacled Jap; "he could not get out except——"
He stopped short, gazing at the pile of boxes on the rickety bench. They stood right under the high window.
Kenworth was the first to read his thoughts.
"Could he have escaped that way?" he asked.
"I will ask you another question, honorable Kenworth," was the reply. "Could he climb?"
"Climb!" repeated the renegade midshipman with scorn. "Why, man, both those Dreadnought Boys would go in places that it would puzzle a cat to find a footing."
"Then there is your answer. He has escaped by the window."