have a wholesome respect for British sailors."

He laid the almost insensible form on the road again, pocketed the
revolver, which he found close at hand, and gave an ear to von Kerber's
settlement with the _cocher_. The latter was now volubly indignant in
the assessment of damages to his vehicle, hoping to obtain a louis as
compensation. When he was given a hundred francs his gratitude became
almost incoherent.

The Baron cut him short, stipulating sternly that he must forget what
had happened. Then he turned to Royson.

"If you think we can leave the fellow on the ground with safety, I want
to reach the yacht," he said.

"Are you wounded?" inquired Dick.

"Slightly. Those scoundrels did not dare to strike home. They knew my
papers would identify them."

"But they robbed you?"

"No, not of anything valuable. Why do you ask?"

"Because you sang out to one of them, an Italian, I should judge--"

"Ah, you heard that? You are, indeed, quick in an emergency. Can we go
on, yes?"

"Certainly. I will just lift our dazed friend into the victoria, and