CHAPTER XXXVII.
A HOMEWARD VOYAGE "It--it is all over with?
You have been successful ?" "Yes, don't worry," and I held her hands fast, looking into her eyes.
"There can be no further trouble.

Captain Henley and his crew are prisoners." "And no one was hurt?
You were not ?" "Oh, there are a few sore heads, but nothing serious.

I got a crack myself; bled a little--see." She placed her fingers on the wound, stroking the hair gently, her eyes full of anxiety.
"Is that all?
Please tell me; I--I heard a shot fired." "Henley's revolver; no damage done.

Really you must accept my assurance.

Come out into the cabin; Louis is getting breakfast ready." "Where is the Lieutenant ?" hesitating slightly.
"In Henley's cabin, going through the papers.