"Can't you speak?" he demanded. "Then, Benson, why don't you talk?"
"Because," replied Jack, "I am waiting for Miss Huston to say to you all, or as little, as she cares to say."
"Speak, then!" commanded Millard, turning imperiously to the girl.
"And my command to you," retorted the girl, "is different. Silence!
Never again address me, you traitor to your Flag!"
Millard was swift to realize the fullness of the girl's contempt. He knew that everything between them was over.
"Come, come, then, girl!" he uttered, harshly. "It is time for you to be gone! Step to the cab and get away from here, for I would spare you what is to follow—my reckoning with Benson!"
He clapped his hands. The door opened, and four men stepped out. Their type was not hard to determine. They were of the scum of humanity—ready for any desperate deed.
CHAPTER XXII
THE PART OF ABERCROMBIE, R.N.
"Come, girl, you must go!" commanded Millard, harshly.