"
"We'll be ready in a moment, captain," cried his future son-in-law. "I
must run up and get the Governor. We've put a number of men in prison
here, and they'll starve if not released. The Governor's a good old
chap, though he played it low down on me a few days ago," and with
that Jack disappeared up the stairway once more.
"Had a gaol-delivery here?" asked the Captain.
"Well, something by way of that. The Prince drilled a hole in the
rock, and we got out. We've put the garrison in pawn, so to speak, but
I've been mighty anxious these last few days because the sail-boat
they had here, and two of the garrison, escaped to the mainland with
the news. We were anxiously watching your yacht, fearing it was
Russian. Jack thought it was the Czar's yacht. How came you by such a
craft, Captain? Splendid-looking boat that."
"Oh, yes, I bought her a few days before I left New York. One likes to
travel comfortably, you know. Very well fitted up she is."
Jack shouted from the doorway:
"Drummond, come up here and fling overboard these loaded rifles. We
can't take any more chances. I'm going to lock up the ammunition room
and take the key with me as a souvenir."
"Excuse me, Captain," said Drummond, who followed his friend, and
presently bundles of rifles came clattering down the side of the
precipice, plunging into the sea. The two then descended the steps,
Jack in front, Drummond following with the Governor between them.
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