clear when I tell you to let go."

Irene heard the order.

"I want to watch the anchor flop overboard," she announced, springing
up from a deck chair. "I think I shall accompany you, Mr. Royson."

Dick held out his hand to help her down the short companionway. They
had not exchanged many words since that memorable night in the canal,
and the penetrating look in the girl's eyes warned Royson now that she
was about to say something not meant for others to hear.

"You have not forgotten?" she murmured.

"No," he answered.

"When we go ashore you must come with us."

"How can I make sure of that?"

"Ask Captain Stump to send you in charge of the boat. Do you know that
an attempt was made to get rid of you at Suez?"

"Yes."

"It failed."

"Yes, I know that, too."

"Who told you?"