"Boxes, and barrels, and the water."
"Yes, and some of those boxes contained whisky and brandy. Whisky and brandy make men forget that they are men. Have you a key for your door?"
"No; I never saw one."
Denman tried his bunch of keys on the stateroom door until he found the right one. This he took off the ring and inserted in the lock.
"Lock your door every time you go in there," he said, impressively; "and, Florrie, another thing—keep that pretty face of yours out of sight of these men. Go right in there now and replace the bandages. Then, after a while, about nine o'clock, go on deck for a walk around, and then let me have your rig. I want a daylight look at things."
She acquiesced, and he went back to his room, locking himself in, just in time to escape the notice of Billings, who had come for the tray.
"Are you fellows going to deprive me of all exercise?" he demanded. "Even a man in irons is allowed to walk the deck a little."
"Don't know, sir," answered Billings. "Forsythe is the man to talk to."
"I'll do more than talk to him," growled Denman between his teeth. "Carry my request for exercise to him. Say that I demand the privileges of a convict."
"Very good, sir," answered Billings as he went out.