yacht, and swiftly placed her lips to his ear, her mind made up to a terrible expedient to save this vessel for herself.

“Tell me quickly — where is the magazine?”

The man opened his agonized eyes, saw that splendid blazing face close to his own, and shook his head loyally. He would give his master’s enemies no assistance.

“Speak, fool!” she hissed, shaking him. They were alone by the great table-leg on the red-stained carpet. “I would defeat these sharks! Where is the powder?”

The man looked into her eyes again, and she smiled at him. It was enough. He weakly pointed to a stout door on the starboard side, forward of the sailing master’s stateroom door, beyond which the sound of axes already resounded. The owner’s