Mayo grabbed one of the yawl davits and sprang to the rail.

"We're some bigger than a needle, but so long as the haystack stays

thick enough I guess we needn't worry!" remarked Captain Candage,

cocking his ear to listen to the motor-boat's exhaust.

"Hoi-oi!" shouted Mayo into the night astern. He knew that men hear

indistinctly over the noise of a gasoline-engine, but he had resolved to

keep shouting.

"This way, men! This way with that boat!"

"'Vast heaving on that howl!" commanded Candage.

But Mayo persisted with all his might. His attention was confined wholly

to his efforts, and he was not prepared for the sudden attack from

behind. The master of the Polly seized Mayo's legs and yanked him

backward to the deck. The young man fell heavily, and his head thumped

the planks with violence which flung him into insensibility.

When he opened his eyes he looked up and saw a hanging-lamp that creaked

on its gimbals as it swayed to the roll of the schooner. He was in the

Polly's cabin. Next he was conscious that he was unable to move. He

was seated on the floor, his back against a stanchion, his hands lashed

behind him by bonds which confined him to the upright support. But the

most uncomfortable feature of his predicament was a marlinespike which

was stuck into his mouth like a bit provided for a fractious horse,

and was secured by lashings behind his head. He was effectually gagged.

Furthermore, the back of his head ached in most acute fashion. He rolled

his eyes about and discovered that he had a companion in misery. A very

pretty young woman was seated on a camp-chair across the cabin. Her face

expressed much sympathy.

He gurgled a wordless appeal for help, and then perceived that she was

lashed into her chair.

"I wish I could take that awful thing out of your mouth, sir."

He gave her a look which assured her that he shared in her desire.

"My father has tied me into this chair. I tried to make him stop his

dreadful talk when the boats came and burned the lights. He put me

down here and made a prisoner of me. It is terrible, all that has been

happening. I can't understand! I hope you will not think too hard of my

father, sir. Honestly, he seems to be out of his right mind."

He wanted to return some comforting reply to this wistful appeal, but

he could only roll his head against the stanchion and make inarticulate

sounds.




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