Twenty Years After Chapter 70 Page 4

“Yes, just so. Along the Isle of Dogs.”

“And perhaps you have a preference for one boat more than another.

You would like one that sails as rapidly as — — ”

“Lightning,” interrupted Mordaunt.

“Then mine is the boat you want, sir. I’m your man.”

“I begin to think so, particularly if you have not forgotten a certain signal.”

“Here it is, sir,” and the sailor took from his coat a handkerchief, tied at each corner.

“Good, quite right!” cried Mordaunt, springing off his horse. “There’s not a moment to lose; now