“Necessary?” repeated Venner, dazedly. He strove hard to burst into angry protest, but his tongue refused to utter the harsh words in the face of such a creature of beauty. “I don’t understand why it is necessary at all, lady. It is no choice of mine, or my friends, that our schooner is aground and we are your prisoners!”

“Ah, my friend, thou shalt understand,” she answered, and laid a hand on his shoulder, making his senses swim with the fragrance of her breath. “But this is for thy ears alone. Thou wilt respect my confidence?” Venner nodded, wondering if, after all, the adventure might not turn out well. With Dolores so close to him that he could hear her tunic rustling to her deep, even breathing, that her loosened hair continually brushed his face, he would have