I suppose it was nearly an hour that passed: it may have been more; it may have been less; what I know is that it gave me some idea of what an accused man may feel who, waiting in a cell below, wonders what the foreman of a jury is going to say when he is called upstairs once more to the dock which he has vacated pending that jury's deliberations. Once or twice I thought of daring everything, rousing Miss Raven, and attempting an escape by means of the boat which no doubt lay at the side of the yawl. But reflection suggested that so desperate a deed would only mean getting a bullet through me, and perhaps through her as well. Then I speculated on my chances of making a sinuous way along the deck on my hands and knees, or on my stomach, snake-fashion, with the idea of listening at the hatch of the galley--reflection, again, warned me that such an adventure would as likely as not end up with a few inches of cold steel in my side or through my gullet. So there I lay, sweating with fear, rapidly disintegrating as to nerve-power, becoming a lump of moral rag-and-bone--and suddenly, unheralded by the slightest sound, I saw the figure of a man on my stairway, his outline silhouetted against the sky and the stars. It was not because of any bravery on my part--I am sure of that--but through sheer fright that, before I had the least idea of what I was doing, I had thrown myself clear of rugs and pillows, sprung to my feet, made one frenzied leap across the bit of intervening space and clutched my intruder by his arms before his softly-padded feet touched the floor of the cabin. My own breath was coming in gasps--but the response to my frenzy was quiet and cool as an autumnal afternoon. "Can you row a boat?" I shall never forget the mental douche which dashed itself over me in that clear, yet scarcely perceptible whisper, accompanied as it was by a ghost-like laugh of sheer amusement. I released my grip, staring in the starlight at my visitor. Lo Chuh Fen! "Yes!" I answered, steadying my voice and keeping it down to as low tones as his own. "Yes--I can!" He pointed to the door behind which lay Miss Raven. "Wake missie--as quietly as possible," he whispered. "Tell her get ready--come on deck--make no noise. All ready for you--then you go ashore and away, see? Not good for you to be here longer." "No danger to--her?" I asked him. "No danger to anybody, you do as I say," he answered. "All ready for you--nothing to do but come on deck, forward; get into the boat, be off. Now!" Without another word he glided up the stairway and disappeared. For a few seconds I stood irresolute. Was it a trick, a plant? Should we be safe on deck--or targets for Chinese bullets, or receptacles for Chinese knives? Maybe!--yet-- I suddenly made up my mind. It was but one step to the door of the little inner cabin--I scraped on its panels. It opened instantly--a crack. "Yes?" whispered Miss Raven.