Chapter 15
With her spyglass still trained on the receding ship, Sylvia heard the pistol fire, saw Tipton fall over the railing. Seconds later, there was another pistol shot. Tony flew backward over the side. “No!”
The Polly Anne kept going as though Sylvia’s world hadn’t just ended.
“b****y hell!” Baxter shouted, echoing her thoughts. “I don’t believe it. I saw it with me own eyes, but I don’t b****y believe it.” He slumped down on one of the rocks. “I’m right sorry, my lady,” he murmured a moment later, his hand on her sleeve.
No. Perhaps… Perhaps the shots had missed. A moving deck, a poor marksman… No pistol fired true; how many times had Hubert complained of that?
“We have to go get them,” Sylvia said, shoving the spyglass in her pocket and scrambling over the rocks. “We have to
