"Jolly Roger McKay!" He opened his eyes, looking up at the white face in the gloom.
"Yes," he replied softly.

"What is it, Miss Tavish ?" He could hear the choking breath in her throat as her fingers tightened at his shoulder.

She bent her face still nearer to him, until her hair cluttered his throat and breast.
"You are--awake ?" "Yes." "Then--listen to me.

If you are Jolly Roger McKay you must get away--somewhere.

You must go before Breault awakens in the morning.