“I think not, my son,” replied the captain.  “I presume their only object was plunder, and that if they had succeeded in rifling the safe without discovery, they would have gone quietly away with their booty.

“Had they desired to kill any of us, they would have been likely to attempt it when upstairs in search of the key to the strong room.”

“And it was Lu who spoiled their plans!  Just think of it!  I’d like to have had her chance.  Papa, I think Lu’s splendid!”

“She has certainly shown herself very brave and unselfish on this, and several other occasions,” the captain said with a happy look in his eyes.

“But come, we will do well now to go back to our beds, for it is scarcely four o’clock,” he added, consulting his recovered watch.

The men servants had returned to their quarters, and father and son were alone.

Violet, in dressing-gown and slippers, met them at the head of the stairway.

“You have not been able to sleep, my love?” the captain said with a glance of concern at her pale, excited face.  “But of course that was not to be expected.”

“No; we have all been too much excited to close an eye,” she answered.”  They are gone?  Do tell me all about it!”

“O papa, please come in here and tell it where Gracie and I can hear,” called Lulu entreatingly, from the inner room, and the bed where they still lay clasped in each other’s arms.

“I will; I think you deserve the indulgence,” he said going to them, Violet and Max following, the latter asking, “May I come in too, papa?”

“Yes,” replied his father, placing a chair for Violet.  “I presume it will be a relief to you all to talk the matter over together with your mamma and me, and you will perhaps be more inclined for sleep afterward.”

“Papa, won’t you sit down and take me on your knee, and hug me up close, while you tell it?” entreated Grace.

“I will,” he said, doing as she requested.  Then catching a longing look in Lulu’s eyes, “You may come too, daughter,” he said.  “Slip on your dressing-gown and stand here by my side.  I have an arm for you as well as one for Gracie.”

Lulu promptly and joyfully availed herself of the permission.

“Lu,” said Max, “you’re a real heroine! brave as a lion!  I’m proud to own you for my sister.  I’m afraid I mightn’t have been half so brave.”

“Oh yes, Max, I’m sure you would have done just the same,” she returned, blushing with pleasure.  “And you see I preferred to do it, because I thought they might kill papa, and that would have been oh so much worse than being killed myself!” clinging lovingly to her father, and hiding her face on his shoulder as she spoke.

“Dear child!” he said in moved tones and clasping her close, “you have a very strong and unselfish love for me.”

“Papa, it would have broken my heart, and Mamma Vi’s, and Max’s and Gracie’s too, if anything dreadful had happened to you.”