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He brought up his pistol, aimed at Vandersee's body, and the onlookers on the schooner held their breath in fear. Barry tugged futilely at his own weapon; Mrs. Goring turned white; a gasp burst from all four. Then as if sent from the Gods of Justice a shot rang out, and Vandersee still stood.
"But since Houten apparently keeps hold of all the strings, even at this distance, I'd better lay all my cards on the table," and he handed the letter to Barry. The skipper glanced through the note perfunctorily, then some part of it riveted his notice, and he read the rest avidly. Like Vandersee's letter, it was brief and comprehensive.
Vandersee's hands if they have done no wrong." "Safe in Vandersee's hands," repeated Jerry slowly, as if groping for inspiration. "In Vandersee's hands! Pi'zen my soul, but that's what I've believed all along! Come on March!" he gritted, and plunged ahead. The trail became more open shortly, and progress was swift. Natalie kept her place with increasing difficulty, but never a murmur escaped her.
Goring shuddered violently, and Barry saw in her face a look of furious loathing that implanted still another question for future investigation in his already burdened mind. She went on: "If I have persuaded you of the necessity for leaving Leyden's fate in Vandersee's hands, Captain, I shall see you start out to find Natalie with glad heart, and God speed you."
He took Vandersee's arm now, turning him until he faced the mainsail. "See that slit, Mr. Vandersee?" he said casually, yet watching the man's face closely. "Might have a man patch that in the morning. Don't think it's necessary to unbend the sail, is it?" "No sir. Lower away to the first reef. That'll do. How did it happen, sir? That's a stout piece of canvas." "Stout's right, Mr.
It was as plain as if those two people had said, one to the other: "Right into our hands! Barry's caught, and the rest is clear!" The situation threatened to become strained, for Barry showed signs of questioning his second mate. The visitors were Vandersee's, and that able officer turned the circumstance to good use. Politely, yet insistently, he drew Mrs.
Little leaned forward, fascinated by the small circle of Vandersee's florid face illumined by the glowing tip of his cheroot. "Excuse me, Captain Barry," smiled back the Hollander. "I am forgetting that you have been tied to ship's business and have not had my opportunities.
Vandersee's voice chimed in and died away, as if the man had gone somewhere else, perhaps in search of food for his hungry patient. There ensued a space of perhaps ninety seconds when no voice was audible. Then, like a ghostly hand out of the black beyond, something whirred past Barry's face, touched the skin lightly in passing, and thudded into the bellying mainsail.
The launch shot towards him and picked him up, twenty yards from the spot where he had plunged in grips with Leyden. When he regained his breath, he pointed inshore beside the wreck, and the launch put back. Still there came no sight of Leyden; and soon the boat headed for the schooner, Vandersee's men bringing Leyden's launch in response to an order.
He told me he was going to the other side of the island for official help." "Official help!" gasped Barry, peering hard into the girl's eyes, in amazement at her utter belief. "He told you! Why, he can get all the official help right here, any time Vandersee's around. He don't dare, though. What did he sink my ship for?" "He would dare, I know, if Mr. Vandersee's friends were true sailors. Mr.
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