"There isn't a Scarhaven man amongst them.

My cousin--I mean--you know whom I mean--bought this yacht just as it stood, from an American millionaire early this spring, and he took over the captain, crew, and everything." "So--we're in the hands of strangers!" exclaimed Vickers, while Copplestone dug his hands into his pockets and began to stamp about.

"I wish I'd known all that before we came on board." "But what harm can they do us ?" said Audrey, incredulous of danger.

"You don't suppose they'll want to murder us, surely! My own belief is that we never should have been locked up here if you hadn't let them know how much we know, Mr.Vickers." "Let them--I don't understand," said Vickers, turning a puzzled glance on her.
"Why," replied Audrey with a laugh which convinced both men of her fearlessness, "you let the captain see that we know a great deal and he thereupon ran downstairs--presumably to tell somebody of what you said.
And--here's the result!" "You think, then--" suggested Vickers.

"You think that--" "I think the somebody--whoever he is--wants to know exactly how much we do know," answered Audrey with another laugh.