"Is it all well?" she asked, quickly and eagerly.
"All well," I replied.
"He is in the hold," she whispered, "and no one knows?"
"He is in the hold, and the crew believe to a man that he is overboard."
"It is a good beginning," she exclaimed, with a faint smile playing over her pale face.
"Thanks to your great courage! You performed your part admirably."
"There is that hateful carpenter watching us through the skylight," she whispered, without raising her eyes. "Tell me one thing before I go—when will the ship reach the part she is to stop at?"
"I shall endeavour to make it Friday afternoon."
"The day after to-morrow!"
She clasped her hands suddenly and exclaimed with a little sob in her voice, "Oh, let us pray that God will be merciful and protect us!"