Mr. Sabin obeyed. Directly she was sure that they were really beyond earshot of any one she laid her hand upon his arm. "I am going to ask you a strange question," she said. "Don't stop to think what it means, but answer me at once. Where are you going to sleep to-night--in your state-room or in the deck cabin?" He started a little, but answered without hesitation-- "In my deck cabin." "Then don't," she exclaimed quickly. "Say that you are going to if you are asked, mind that. Sit up on deck, out of sight, all night, stay with the captain--anything--but don't sleep there, and whatever you may see don't be surprised, and please don't think too badly of me." He was surprised to see that her cheeks were burning and her eyes were wet. He laid his hand tenderly upon her arm. "I will promise that at any rate," he said. "And you will remember what I have told you?" "Most certainly," he promised. "Your warnings are not things to be disregarded." She drew a quick little breath and looked nervously over her shoulders. "I am afraid," he said kindly, "that you are not well to-day. Has that fellow been frightening or ill-using you?" Her face was very close to his, and he fancied that he could hear her teeth chattering. She was obviously terrified. "We must not be talking too seriously," she murmured. "He may be here at any moment. I want you to remember that there is a price set upon you and he means to earn it. He would have killed you before, but he wants to avoid detection. You had better tell the captain everything. Remember, you must be on the watch always." "I can protect myself now that I am warned," he said, reassuringly. "I have carried my life in my hands many a time before. But you?" She shivered. "They tell me," she whispered, "that from Boston you can take a train right across the Continent, thousands of miles. I am going to take the very first one that starts when I land, and I am going to hide somewhere in the furthest corner of the world I can get to. To live in such fear would drive me mad, and I am not a coward. Let us walk; he will not think so much of our being together then." "I am going to send for a wrap," he said, looking down at her thin dinner dress; "it is much too cold for you here bare-headed. We will send the steward for something." They turned round to find a tall form at their elbows. Mr. Watson's voice, thin and satirical, broke the momentary silence. "You are in a great hurry for fresh air, Violet. I have brought your cape; allow me to put it on." He stooped down and threw the wrap over her shoulders. Then he drew her reluctant fingers through his arm. "You were desiring to walk," he said. "Very well, we will walk together." Mr. Sabin watched them disappear and, lighting a cigar, strolled off towards the captain's room. Many miles away now he could still see the green light of the German man-of-war. CHAPTER XLVII A CHARMED LIFE