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Louis and Morris did not interrupt his occupation. He discovered nothing, and he was apparently going aft to get a view of the Fatimé when he noticed the members of the port watch. "I suppose you noticed that the course of the Maud has been changed, Louis?" said he.
What the conspirators intended or expected to accomplish since these failures of course none of those interested could know, and it only remained for them to watch the movements of the Fatimé, and to be constantly on their guard against any possible attempt on the part of the reprobates to carry out their purpose.
"What we do next depends mainly upon what the Fatimé does; and she isn't doing anything," replied Captain Scott, apparently roused to new exertion by the burst of energy on the part of his companion in the pilot-house.
"We are rather too near her if she makes much of a stir-about when she goes down." "Help! Help! Save me! Save me!" came in rather feeble tones from the wreck of the Fatimé. At the same time the form of a man was seen staggering to the end of the bridge. "That's Captain Mazagan!" shouted Felix from the forecastle. "Mazagan!" exclaimed Louis.
"In carrying out the plan which you suggested, Captain Scott, I found that the Fatimé was not disposed to follow you as long as the Guardian-Mother was in sight," continued the commander, while the "Big Four" looked at each other, wondering that Captain Ringgold had turned aside from the subject which was a burning one to them.
Don had been himself an engineer on board of the Fatimé; but he had been threatened when he criticised affairs which occurred on board of her, and he was ill-treated. He escaped from her at Gibraltar, and had been employed by Captain Ringgold in his present capacity. "The Fatimé has gone to the bottom, Felipe," said Don as he entered the engine-room.
It was now dead low tide, and the last sounding had given fifteen feet. "I suppose you have noticed a change in the appearance of the Fatimé, Captain Scott," said Louis, as he took his place opposite him. "What change? I haven't glanced at her. I don't like the looks of her, for she stirs up bad blood in me.
Felix had gone to take his nap in the galley; for Pitts, the cook, had been called into service, and was attending to the reefed sail on the upper deck. Captain Scott had joined him here. With a rope made fast around his waist, he had been to the standing-room to look out for the triangle of lights on the Fatimé. He could not find them; but the fog explained why they were not in sight.
"But the steamer of His Highness, the Fatimé, has been in Rosetta in command of Mazagan," put in the objector with earnestness, believing his reply would demolish the truth of his companion's statement. "That can be explained," answered the commander of the Blanche.
But Captain Scott had hardly closed his eyes during the night. From the time the Fatimé was found to be headed to the northward, the officers of the Maud had lost sight of her for only a couple of hours, when a bank of fog swept over the sea, just before sundown. But at eight bells her lights had been discovered.
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