ON BOARD THE "SEA-MEW"
I wonder if the beggar'll follow us," gasped Brack, between his spurts; "seemed mor'n half inclined to it—cuss him for his meddling!"
"Where are you going?" asked Hector.
"To the Sea-mew."
Hector started—his brother's yacht. He must not go there. What would be the consequences if he were taken on her, found concealed? Picton would be compromised, in grave danger, probably of imprisonment.
"I cannot let you go there," said Hector; "it is impossible."
"Just you sit still. You're a'goin' there whether you like it or not," said Brack doggedly.
"I will not place my brother in a false position."
"What'd you do if he were in your place and came to the yacht as you're doin'?"
Hector made no answer; he knew he would take the risk.
"There y'ar," said Brack triumphant
