"Look here," continued Sir Reginald, restraining himself with difficulty, as he pointed to the open door, "march you down there, and go straight to your cabin, or I shall do you a mischief!" "No, no, Squire; there's no call for that; no call at all," he mumbled soothingly, as he sidled out of the pilot-house, keeping a wary eye upon Sir Reginald, who followed him closely. "But, how in the nation did you find this darned ship?" he persisted, his insatiable curiosity gripping him hard as he proceeded along the corridor toward the cabin. "I made sure that if I could run her out of sight of the island, and then shift my helm, I should be all right. And so I should, if the darned engines hadn't broken down!" With a gesture Sir Reginald sped him through the door of the cabin that he had occupied, and followed him in. "Where is that revolver, with which you threatened my wife and daughter?" demanded the baronet. Barker drew it out of his pocket and handed it to Sir Reginald with the nearest approach to a grin that his swollen and bleeding features would permit. "Bluff, Squire; pure bluff!" he remarked, as the baronet took it from him. "Nary a cartridge in it--couldn't have raised one to save my life. But it answered just the same. Say, what air you going to do with me, eh?" Sir Reginald dropped the revolver into his pocket without a word, and passed out of the cabin, closing and locking the door behind him. From there he went out on deck again, to find the remainder of the party busy upon the hoisting and securing of the second of the two boats. He helped them with the work; and then, with a brief word or two of heartfelt thanks to Mildmay and the others for the skill and resource by which they had all been enabled to get so cheaply out of such an ugly adventure, he retired below and joined his wife in Ida's cabin, where mutual confidences were exchanged. The child was now awake and quite lively again; and, apart from her poor little chafed and swollen wrists and ankles, seemed little or nothing the worse for her share of the adventure. Satisfied, at length, of this, Sir Reginald retired to his cabin, discarded his saturated clothes, took a bath, and proceeded to dress for dinner. That night, over the dinner-table, the question was raised of what should be done with the prisoner.