he had Grace by the arm. "Don't yo' make anudder sound, or yo'll git sumfing yo' won't lak!"
"Oh!" gasped the poor girl. She wanted to say more, but the words stuck in her throat. The negro still held her, and his grasp was like that of steel.
"Are yo' gwine to shut up?" asked the intruder.
"Le—let me go, please!"
"Ain't gwine to let yer go. Be still now, heah?"
Grace did hear, and, as the negro glowered at her, her heart almost stopped beating. She gazed around, and so did the negro. Not another person was in sight.
"Come into de room," went on the negro after a painful pause, and he literally dragged her forward to the door. "If yo' be still, yo' won't git hurt."
Holding her with one hand, he continued to fill his carpetbag with the other. Spoons, knives and forks were rapidly stowed away, and they were followed by some napkin rings and other articles of value.
As the negro worked, Grace recovered some of her self-possession. She did not dare to cry out, and tried to think of some other method of arousing the others on the boat. Her eyes fell upon a
