"Yes; I would save your life!" "Why are you so deeply interested in saving my life?" "I would warn anyone whom I knew was in peril! and you must heed my words!" "I cannot!" "Are you seeking death?" "No." "I do not understand." "And I cannot explain, but I must go out though death meet me upon the crest of every wave." The girl again remained silent for a moment, but, at length in a still lower whisper, she said: "You have been betrayed!" The young man started, and a slight pallor overspread his handsome face as he caught the girl's delicate arm in his firm grasp, and demanded: "Who am I?" "You are Spencer Vance." The young man could not conceal an expression of extreme astonishment. "Who told you my name was Spencer Vance?" "It matters not, but take heed; do not go out on the sea to-night." "I tell you I must! I will go, but you must tell me what you know of Spencer Vance." "You are a revenue detective; you are in the employ of the Government; you have been betrayed, and to-night you are to be silenced if you go out on the yacht!" "Do the men on the yacht know who I am?" "They do not know your name, but they suspect you are a Government detective, and they have determined to put you out of the way; to-night they will do the deed if you go." "Someone must have told them I was a Government officer." "Yes; someone told them." "Do you know who gave the information?" "I do." "Will you tell me?" "No." "Why not?" "I have warned you, now go your way, and save your life! they are desperate men, the waves have already received three of their victims within a year go, and your doom is sealed! Nothing can save you!" "I shall go!" "You do not believe my words?" "I will believe you if you will tell me who betrayed me to the smugglers." "I did!" came the starring response. The detective stood the girl off from him at arm's length, and studied her from feet to head. The girl stood and calmly submitted to the inspection. "So you are the traitor?" "No." "You admit you betrayed me?" "I am no traitor! I owe nothing to you! I had a right to inform the boys if I saw fit, and I did so." "And now you come and warn me?" "Yes." "Why do you warn me, if you are the one who set them on to murder me?" "I did not think they would murder you, and now I have come to warn you." "Are you engaged in the business?" "NO." The girl spoke in a scornful tone, and her eyes dashed with indignation. "Who are you?" "I do not know who I am." A strange look came into the detective's eyes as an idea dashed through his mind. "Are you the child of a wreck?" "I do not know. I know nothing about myself." "Whom do you live with?" "The man who calls himself my father." "Is he not your father?" "No." "Has he confessed to you that he is not your father?" "No." "Then how do you know he is not your father?" "I know he is not." "Why do you live with him?" "Where should I go? I have no other home, and he is kind to me." "Is he a smuggler?"