only to find that the woman was sitting on the key!

"Oh, dear, this is the worst yet!" she murmured.

As she stood in the middle of the cabin in perplexity, her captor
gave a long sigh and turned partly over in her chair.

The pocket was now free and within easy reach, and with deft
fingers Dora drew the key forth and tiptoed her way to the cabin
door.

She was so agitated that she could hardly place the key in the
keyhole.

The lock had been used but seldom, and the action of the salt air
had rusted it greatly.

As the key turned there was a grating sound, which caused Mrs.
Goss to awaken with a start.

"What's the matter? Who is there?" she cried, and turned around
to face the cabin door.

"Come back here! Come back!"

She started after Dora, who now had the cabin door wide open.
Away went girl and woman up the low stairs. But Dora was the
more agile of the two, and terror lent speed to her limbs.

On the deck, however, she came to a pause. The Flyaway was a