“Oh!––” Snap’s face went white as chalk as he pressed his lips together.
“Or a little acid? This fire-writing does not really hurt? Tell me what you did with those code-words!”
“No!”
In his absorption Miko did not notice my light. Nor did I have the wit to try and fire along it. I was trembling. Snap under torture!
As the beam went deeper, Snap suddenly screamed. But he ended, “No! I will send––no message for you––”
It had been only a moment. In the chart-room window beside me again a figure appeared! No image. A solid, living person, undisguised by any cloak of invisibility. George Prince had chanced my fire and had crept up upon me.
“Haljan! Don’t attack me.”
I dropped my light connections. As impulsively I stood up, I saw through the window the figure of Coniston on the deck watching the result of Prince’s venture.
“Haljan––yield.”