Royson agreed with him, and the two conversed a while, but when the man
led the chat round to the probable destination of the yacht, the second
mate's thoughts fell from romance to reality.
"You will be told soon enough where we're bound for," he answered
sharply.
"I'm sorry, sir, if I've said anything I shouldn't," said the other.
"But the chaps forrard made out that there's a bit of a mystery in it,
an' I argied they was talkin' nonsense."
"You were quite right. The owner and a party of ladies will be on board
to-day, and then you will find out our destination."
"Ladies, you say, sir? That settles it. This is no Riff pirates job,
then?"
Royson turned on his heel. So others, as well as Captain Stump, had
drawn conclusions from those boxes of arms and ammunition? If Baron
Franz von Kerber deemed it necessary to provide a warlike equipment,
how could he permit an elderly gentleman like Mr. Fenshawe, and a
charming girl like Irene, to say nothing of others yet unknown to
Royson, to share in the risk of a venture demanding such safeguards?
That was a puzzle, but it disturbed Dick not a whit.
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