And he stepped into the railway station just as Sep’s train steamed out.
“Too late, this time,” muttered he, between his teeth. “But time will show—time will show!” Never did man speak a truer word!
Story 14.
Chapter Four.
The Stowaways.
The “Harnessed Mule” was a splendid vessel of a hundred and fifty tons; and as she sailed past the Nore like a floating queen flapping her white wings in the breeze, she reminded the beholders that England still rules the waves.
Her crew consisted of a skipper, four men, and a boy.
Was that all?
Who is this lurking figure in the forward hold, who, with a complacent smile on his lips, gazes on a crumpled map, and ever and anon sharpens a gimlet?
There is a stowaway on board the “Harnessed Mule.”