"Did he bring me back just to lock me up here?"
"He's some idea of his own with you," she said, suddenly, tightening her clasp on my arm. "I was with him this morning, you know."
"I thought so," I told her. "Who was the third with you?"
"A new pilot he was bringing on from Chicago."
"Who danced me? Bane himself, wasn't it?"
She nodded, her little fingers clinging close tome. "I thought, once, he had killed you."
"I thought he might, by accident," I admitted. "But I didn't think he would purposely, while you were with him."
"I begged for you, of course," she said. "I begged for you."
"I was sure you did."
"He let you off—but he'll not let off the ship! The rest of them mean simply to rob; they're after the diamonds and gold. But he—you've heard him."
"I've heard him," I said.
