Gaunt and the Drakes stood on the quarter-deck and looked around curiously. Yes. Captain Armstrong had done wonders in the short time at his disposal.
Six inch guns stared at them from squat turrets, and Edward Drake looked at Gaunt with something akin to awe.
“I am beginning to realize what it means. Maybe death, but life for the natives of the Congo,” he said in a low voice.
An order from the bridge and the flag of San Salvador was lowered. Then an ensign took its place, which was white with a red cross.
“She is doing close on twenty-five knots,” Captain Armstrong remarked as he joined them, and there was a look of pride on his face.
But no one answered, and the men looked at one another.
And Edward Drake sighed.
CHAPTER XXXVII
Lady Mildred did not enter the car until the Saxon had disappeared, and to her sister’s surprise her face was almost cheerful.
“Captain Samson lives in Southampton and I am going to see him at once.”