“Yes—understand me—his brother.”
“But he believes that Ned Holt perished in the wreck of the Grampus with the rest.”
“It was not so, and if he learned that I—”
Just at that instant a violent shock flung me out of my bunk.
The schooner had made such a lurch to the port side that she was near foundering.
I heard an angry voice cry out:
“What dog is that at the helm?”
It was the voice of West, and the person he addressed was Hearne.
I rushed out of my cabin.
“Have you let the wheel go?” repeated West, who had seized Hearne by the collar of his jersey.