"I supposed it was the yacht—my father's yacht," gasped the poor girl, overwhelmed when she realized that she had fallen into a snare set by her former enemy.
"That's too bad; but I didn't know nothing at all about it. Waldock"—she called her husband by his full given name—"Waldock is up to some awful trick."
It was a consolation to know that the woman was not a party to her husband's wicked scheme. Bessie explained how she had been entrapped; but Mrs. Vincent declared that she did not even know the vessel was to sail that night. She had retired with her two children at nine o'clock, and got up when she felt the motion of the vessel under way.
"Where is she going?" asked Bessie, wiping away the tears that dimmed her eyes.
"We are all going to Australia."
"Where is your husband?" demanded Bessie, with a shudder.
"I'm sure I don't know. He went off to New York; but of course we are not going to Australia without him."
While they were talking, Mat Mogmore came into the cabin, and lighted a lamp.
"Mat, what does all this mean?" said Mrs. Vincent, sharply.
"We have carried the thing out just as Captain Vincent told us to do," replied Mat.