"Yes, sah."
I crossed the cabin, and inserted the key. As the door opened she stood there waiting, her hands held out.
CHAPTER XXXVII
A HOMEWARD VOYAGE
"It—it is all over with? You have been successful?"
"Yes, don't worry," and I held her hands fast, looking into her eyes. "There can be no further trouble. Captain Henley and his crew are prisoners."
"And no one was hurt? You were not?"
"Oh, there are a few sore heads, but nothing serious. I got a crack myself; bled a little—see."
She placed her fingers on the wound, stroking the hair gently, her eyes full of anxiety.