Now he must find his way out.

It angered him to realize how easily it had been accomplished; not so much as a blow struck; no opportunity even for him to cry out an alarm--only that dark cabin, and the threatening revolver shoved against his cheek.

He wondered where McAdams was; perhaps hunting him even then on the pier; and Sexton, what had he succeeded in discovering out at Fairlawn?
That Natalie Coolidge had returned home, no doubt.

At least he no longer believed she was with this yachting party--evidently there was but one woman on board.

Yet, whether she was there or not, it was clear enough from what he had heard that this sudden voyage of the _Seminole_ had some direct connection with the mystery he was endeavouring to solve.