was marched to the cabin and put under lock and key.

If the girl had been disheartened before, she was now absolutely
downcast.

"They have me utterly in their power!" she moaned over and over
again. "Heaven alone knows where they will take me!" And then
she sank down on her knees and prayed that God might see her
safely through her perils.

Her prayer seemed to calm her, and she felt that there was at
least one Power that would never desert her.

"Poor, poor mamma, how I wish I knew what was happening to her!"
she murmured.

Slowly the hours went by. Mrs. Goss came and went, and Dora was
even allowed to go on deck whenever no other boat was close at
hand. Thus Martin Harris saw her; but, as we know, that meeting
amounted to nothing.

It was Mrs. Goss who served the meals, and as Dora could not
starve, she was compelled to eat what was set before her, the
fare being anything but elaborate.

"Sorry, but we haven't got a hotel chef on board," observed Dan
Baxter, as he came in during the supper hour. "But I'll try to
get something better on board at New York."

"Do you mean to say you intend to take me away down to that