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So others, as well as Captain Stump, had drawn conclusions from those boxes of arms and ammunition? If Baron Franz von Kerber deemed it necessary to provide a warlike equipment, how could he permit an elderly gentleman like Mr. Fenshawe, and a charming girl like Irene, to say nothing of others yet unknown to Royson, to share in the risk of a venture demanding such safeguards?
"Who is he, the red ox?" demanded the Arab, gazing after the broad figure of Captain Stump. "He is the captain of our ship, a man of no importance. The Hakim Effendi is in the approaching boat. With, him is Fenshawe Effendi, the old, gray-haired man. There is a tall young ship's officer there, too. His name is Royson you will not forget? Royson. He is dangerous. Regard him well.
Then he fell asleep, and slept soundly, too, in blissful ignorance of a conversation then taking place in the chart-house, though it had the most direct bearing on his own future. For von Kerber had seized the opportunity, when Mr. Fenshawe and the two ladies went below, to draw Stump into private conclave.
Fenshawe remains interested beguiled, if you like she switches his thoughts away from the object of our journey. Your grandfather is a masterful man, Miss Fenshawe. If he suspected that we were following a wild-goose chase he would turn south again this very hour." "Yet I am sure of my ground," she persisted. Royson's horse started and shied.
I wished our destination to remain hidden, from the general public, and you are the only man on board, except Mr. Fenshawe and myself, whose whereabouts are known in London."
"Yes," said Dick, hoping against hope that this calm-eyed stranger might be able to give him some sorely needed clue as to the manner, at least, of Irene's capture. "Come with me, then," continued Abdullah, in the same guarded tone. "I think I may be able to find out where Madame has been taken." "You can demand your own reward if you speak truly," said Dick. "Let me bring you to Mr. Fenshawe.
The petulant words drew a protest from Mr. Fenshawe. "My dear Baron," he said, "why should not the poor man make known his safe arrival to his wife? You are not yourself to-day. What is it liver? or anxiety?" "I have no special reason for anxiety," cried von Kerber, almost hysterically.
I would put matters in my own way, yes?" The Baron, after a slight hesitancy, made his wishes clear. Mr. Fenshawe and his party would arrive at Marseilles by the train de luxe next morning, and preparations must be made for instant departure as soon as they came on board. They would be alarmed needlessly if told of the affray on the quay, so it was advisable that nothing should be said about it.
Haxton several letters, and added to Royson's already bewildered state by handing him three, two being directed to him in his right name and the third bearing the superscription "Richard King, Esq." He knew that Miss Fenshawe had noticed the alias, and took it as a kindly act that she passed no remark on it. He was equally well aware that Mrs.
She knew that she wanted a friend some one less opinionative than Mr. Fenshawe to whom she could appeal for help and guidance when difficulties arose. Royson was already a hero in her eyes, and what more natural than that she should turn to him, especially under the circumstances which had come to her knowledge that evening?
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