“Set slaves to move out the false Point and anchor it a cable-length off the true. I will have a plan then to lure the schooner on. We must not let her escape, Milo!”

“Pardon, lady, I know a way!”

“And that?”

“I will swim to the schooner and command them to thy presence.”

Dolores smiled whimsically, for she was too wise to be ignorant of the fact that such men as were in that schooner must first be caught before they might be commanded. Yet the giant’s plan suggested another to her.

“Hear my plan,” she said. “That chit — Pascherette — she’s a dainty minx! Does she swim?”