“Where are they going to take us?” she asked.

“I do not know,” he replied, “although from something I have overheard of their conversations I imagine that they have in mind some distant island far from the beaten track of commerce.  There are thousands such in the Pacific that are visited by vessels scarce once in a century.  There they will hold us until they can proceed with the ship to some point where they can get into communication with their agents in the States.  When the ransom is paid over to these agents they will return for us and land us upon some other island where our friends can find us, or leaving us where we can divulge the location of our whereabouts to those who pay the ransom.”

The girl had been looking intently at Mr. Divine during their conversation.

“They cannot have treated you very badly, Larry,” she said.  “You are as well groomed and well fed, apparently, as ever.”

A slight flush mounting to the man’s face made the girl wonder a bit though it aroused no suspicion in her mind.

“Oh, no,” he hastened to assure her, “they have not treated me at all badly—­why should they?  If I die they can collect no ransom on me.  It is the same with you, Barbara, so I think you need apprehend no harsh treatment.”

“I hope you are right, Larry,” she said, but the hopelessness of her air rather belied any belief that aught but harm could come from captivity with such as those who officered and manned the Halfmoon.

“It seems so remarkable,” she went on, “that you should be a prisoner upon the same boat.  I cannot understand it.  Why only a few days ago we received and entertained a friend of yours who brought a letter from you to papa—­the Count de Cadenet.”

Again that telltale flush mantled the man’s cheek.  He cursed himself inwardly for his lack of self-control.  The girl would have his whole secret out of him in another half-hour if he were not more careful.

“They made me do that,” he said, jerking his thumb in the general direction of Skipper Simms’ cabin.  “Maybe that accounts for their bringing me along.  The ‘Count de Cadenet’ is a fellow named Theriere, second mate of this ship.  They sent him to learn your plans; when you expected sailing from Honolulu and your course.  They are all crooks and villains.  If I hadn’t done as they bid they would have killed me.”

The girl made no comment, but Divine saw the contempt in her face.

“I didn’t know that they were going to do this.  If I had I’d have died before I’d have written that note,” he added rather lamely.

The girl was suddenly looking very sad.  She was thinking of Billy Mallory who had died in an effort to save her.  The mental comparison she was making between him and Mr. Divine was not overly flattering to the latter gentleman.

“They killed poor Billy,” she said at last.  “He tried to protect me.”