'
'So's mine,' said Racksole.
In ten minutes he was on his way to Victoria Station.
Chapter Fifteen END OF THE YACHT ADVENTURE
WE must now return to Nella Racksole and Prince Aribert of
Posen on board the yacht without a name. The Prince's first
business was to make Jules, otherwise Mr Tom Jackson, perfectly
secure by means of several pieces of rope. Although Mr Jackson
had been stunned into a complete unconsciousness, and there was
a contused wound under his ear, no one could say how soon he
might not come to himself and get very violent. So the Prince,
having tied his arms and legs, made him fast to a stanchion.
'I hope he won't die,' said Nella. 'He looks very white.'
'The Mr Jacksons of this world,' said Prince Aribert sententiously,
'never die till they are hung. By the way, I wonder how it is that no
one has interfered with us. Perhaps they are discreetly afraid of my
revolver - of your revolver, I mean.'
Both he and Nella glanced up at the imperturbable steersman, who
kept the yacht's head straight out to sea. By this time they were
about a couple of miles from the Belgian shore.
Addressing him in French, the Prince ordered the sailor to put the
yacht about, and make again for Ostend Harbour, but the fellow
took no notice whatever of the summons. The Prince raised the
revolver, with the idea of frightening the steersman, and then the
man began to talk rapidly in a mixture of French and Flemish.
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