“Is it Russian territory?”

“Very, very Russian,” returned the Captain drawing a deep breath.  “This way, if your Highness pleases.  There is a rope ladder, which is sometimes a little unsteady for a landsman, so be careful.”

“Oh, I’m accustomed to rope ladders.  Hyvasti, Captain.”

“Hyvasti, your Highness.”

And with this mutual good-by in Finnish, the Prince went down the swaying ladder.

CHAPTER XV

 “A home on the rolling deep”

For once the humorous expression had vanished from Captain Kempt’s face, and that good-natured man sat in the dainty drawing-room of the flat a picture of perplexity.  Dorothy had told him the story of the Nihilist, saying she intended to purchase the yacht, and outlining what she proposed to do with it when it was her own.  Now she sat silent opposite the genial Captain, while Katherine stood by the window, and talked enough for two, sometimes waxing indignant, and occasionally giving, in terse language, an opinion of her father, as is the blessed privilege of every girl born in the land of the free, while the father took the censure with the unprotesting mildness of his nature.

“My dear girls, you really must listen to reason.  What you propose to do is so absurd that it doesn’t even admit of argument.  Why, it’s a filibustering expedition, that’s what it is.  You girls are as crazy as Walker of Nicaragua.  Do you imagine that a retired Captain of the United States Navy is going to take command of a pirate craft of far less legal standing than the ‘Alabama,’ for then we were at war, but now we are at peace.  Do you actually propose to attack the domain of a friendly country!  Oh!” cried the Captain, with a mighty explosion of breath, for at this point his supply of language entirely gave out.

“No one would know anything about it,” persisted Katherine.

“Not know about it?  With a crew of men picked up here in New York, and coming back to New York?  Not know about it?  Bless my soul, the papers would be full of it before your men were an hour on shore.  In the first place, you’d never find the rock.”

“Then what’s the harm of going in search of it?” demanded his daughter.  “Besides that, Johnson knows exactly where it is.”

“Johnson, Johnson!  You’re surely not silly enough to believe Johnson’s cock-and-bull story?”

“I believe every syllable he uttered.  The man’s face showed that he was speaking the truth.”

“But, my dear Kate, you didn’t see him at all, as I understand the yarn.  He was here alone with you, was he not, Dorothy?”

Dorothy smiled sadly.

“I told Kate all about it, and gave my own impression of the man’s appearance.”

“You are too sensible a girl to place any credit in what he said, surely?”

“I did believe him, nevertheless,” replied Dorothy.