“Ay, ay, sir,” he cried.
He sprang to the helm, shouting his orders. He was back in a moment.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said, as the ship paid off. “Are you not going to pick them up?”
“Yes, of course I am,” said Margaret.
“And the other boats, too, sir?”
“No,” he answered. “Not yet anyhow.”
A hail came from the pursuing boats. “Ship ahoy! Stop those persons on your peril.”
“King’s officers, sir,” said Cammock. “They’re fugitives from the law. It’s transportation to receive fugitives, sir.”
Two more guns were fired in quick succession; a bullet from one of them struck the bends of the Broken Heart.
“Arrest those fugitives. In the name of the King,” came the shout of a man in the cutter.