We must be off the extreme north-east coast of Scotland.

And night's coming on!" "There are ports there that he can put into," said Copplestone.

"The thing is--will he keep his promise?
Remember!--he must know very well that if we once land anywhere within reach of a telegraph office, we can wire particulars about him to every port in the world if we like--and he's got to go somewhere, eventually, you know." Vickers shook his head as if this were a problem he would give up.

It was beyond him, he said, to even guess at what Andrius was after, or what was going to happen.

And nothing did happen until, as the three prisoners sat at dinner with their polite gaoler, the _Pike_ came to a sudden stop and hung gently on a quiet sea.