The commander pointed, mute with passion, to his daughter.
'You cannot divorce us by being here,' continued Captain Jackman, with a slow white smile and a sarcastic face, and eyes full of dangerous light. 'She is my wife, sir, above and beyond your control absolutely.'
'You will set me ashore with her, nevertheless,' exclaimed Commander Conway.
'Yes, you shall be set ashore certainly, and my wife and I will accompany you. Does that satisfy you, sir?'
'Where is the place?' said the commander, with an angry snuffle of suspicion.
'In Cornwall.'
'It is your home, perhaps.'
'You shall see it,' exclaimed Ada. 'And when you have enjoyed its beauties you will return to the little square house.'
The commander looked from one to the other. He was very much of an old fool, but not so foolish as to miss this, that this couple were not to be dealt with by him, that he had started on a fool's chase, in which if he was not very careful with the fellow opposite, he might lose his life. He looked up at the hour that ticked in a clock under the little hatch. It was twelve. He said—