“Will you touch my hand once more, Mrs. Clinton?” he said huskily.
She gave it to him unhesitatingly.
“Goodbye, Adair. I pray God all will go well with you.”
He bent his face over it and whispered “Goodbye,” and then went up on deck.
As No. 267 stumbled along the main deck he saw that all discipline was abandoned, and even the for'ard sentry, that for the past week had been stationed to guard the prisoners when on deck, had left his post.
At the fore-hatch four shadowy forms approached him, and then the five men whispered together.
“Good,” said Adair at last. Then they quickly separated.
Six bells had struck when Jacob Bolger opened his cabin door, peered cautiously about, and then, stepping quickly to Mrs. Clinton's door, turned the handle without knocking, and entered.