"In search of Captain Burton?" returned the lieutenant. "In that case there is no need for you to go further. Captain Burton has escaped, and is now at Durban." Poor Brenda nearly fainted at this joyful and unexpected news; but the eyes of the ship--envious foreign eyes--were upon her, and she struggled bravely to keep herself in hand. The officer repeated his information, and asked them to get their things together with all speed as the German was anxious to proceed. Hardly believing the joyful news that Harold was out of the power of Van Zwieten, father and daughter went below, hastily got together their belongings, and were soon on their way to the cruiser. The Germans gave vent to an ironical "Hoch!" "Brutes!" muttered the lieutenant. "Give way, men! Are you comfortable, Mrs. Burton?" "Quite--thank you," she said; "but how did you know I was on board that _Kaiser Fritz?_ How did Captain Burton escape? How did----" "You will get answers to all these questions on board the _Juno_, Mrs. Burton. But I may tell you that we expected to find you and Mr. Scarse on board the _Kaiser Fritz_. Of course we came in search of contraband; but we were able to kill two birds with one stone by picking you up as well. I am very glad of it too!" and the young man, who had the true sailor's eye for beauty, looked as though he meant what he said. The boat slipped under the grey bulk of the cruiser, and they were assisted up the side--a matter of some difficulty in mid-ocean--and were received by the captain. Then he anxiously asked for his officer's report concerning the suspected contraband. It was evidently a disappointment to him, and full steam ahead for Durban was then ordered. The boat was swung on the davits, the screw revolved, and in a few moments the _Juno_ was getting along at a great rate. Then the captain took Brenda by the arm and led her down to a cabin. "You know that your husband has escaped, Mrs. Burton?" he asked, smiling. "Yes, but how did he get away? I feel so bewildered at all----" "Will you walk in there, please?" was the reply. "Some one is waiting to explain." Brenda began to tremble. Something told her what she might expect. As she entered, she saw a man in khaki, tall and slim, waiting for her with outstretched arms. She uttered a cry of joy. "Oh, Harold! Harold! my darling boy! At last! at last!" And she fell into her husband's arms. CHAPTER XXI. IN SOUTH AFRICA.