“I saw you come out of your cell.”
“Who are you, then?”
“Lieutenant Davon, of the British Navy, of H.M.S. Standard, which is stationed at the Bermudas.”
Emotion choked me so that it was impossible for me to utter a word.
“We have come to rescue you from Ker Karraje, and also propose to carry off Thomas Roch,” he added.
“Thomas Roch?” I stammered.
“Yes, the document signed by you was found on the beach at St. George——”
“In a keg, Lieutenant Davon, which I committed to the waters of the lagoon.”
“And which contained,” went on the officer, “the notice by which we were apprised that the island of Back Cup served as a refuge for Ker Karraje and his band—Ker Karraje, this false Count d’Artigas, the author of the double abduction from Healthful House.”
“Ah! Lieutenant Davon——”