The next question was, how many girls were on board and where were they?

Eleanor and Lillian had finished the cake and the fudge. They had
brought them into the living room and set them on the table to wait for
the evening tea party. Eleanor was tired.

She had thrown herself down on a lounge and her eyes were closed.
Lillian, with her back to the door, stood talking to her friend. They
did not hear the intruder's light footfalls.

Suddenly Lillian felt her two hands caught roughly behind her in such a
powerful grasp that she staggered back. Eleanor sprang from the couch,
opening her eyes in amazement! She saw Lillian struggling with a man
whose face wore the expression of a hungry animal.

"Don't scream," he ordered harshly. "Give me what food and money you
have and I will let you go. If you scream, you will be sorry." He
glared savagely at the two girls.

Lillian tried to wrench her hands from his grasp. They were pinioned
so tightly behind her that she could not move. Eleanor slipped off her
divan. She and Lillian had no weapons with which to defend themselves.
Eleanor thought if she could get out of the room, while the man held
Lillian, she could cry for help. Her first scream would bring Phyllis
to their aid, and Phil would come to their assistance prepared to fight.

Eleanor looked so young and girlish that no one would have expected her
to show resistance. She tried to look even more frightened than she
really felt. "We haven't any money on board," she said quietly. "We
don't keep our money here, but if you are hungry, we will give you