Dorothy’s hours of grace passed all too quickly. The girl’s natural impulse was to turn at once to Howard for aid, and when the moments sped by without bringing him, she turned to Mrs. Joyce and learned of his imprisonment.
“But don’t you be worryin’ about that, miss,” said the kindly Irishwoman. “It’s safe and sound he is. The cap’n is just kapin’ him locked up till after the wedding.”
“There’ll be no wedding,” flashed Dorothy.
“An’ why not? It’s worse you might do, my dear. All men are cantankerous, but Cap’n Forbes ain’t a bad sort, if you take him the right way; an’ he’ll make a good husband—the best here, anyway. An’ you’ve got to remember that while a smart man might get out of here, if he was free, even the smartest man—let alone a woman—couldn’t if the cap’n didn’t want him to;
