The effect of Carg's eyes was distinctly disconcerting.
The commander of the _Arabella_ bowed with much dignity as his guests entered and with a sweep of his long arm he muttered in distant tones: "Pray be seated." They obeyed.

The cabin was luxuriously furnished and there was no lack of comfortable chairs.
Somehow, despite the courteous words and attitude of Captain Carg, there was something about him that repelled confidence.

Already Maud and Patsy were wondering if such a man could be loyal and true.
"My young master," he was saying, as he glanced at the letter he still held in his hand, "tells me that any questions you may ask I may answer as freely as I am permitted to." "What does that mean, sir ?" Maud inquired, for the speech was quite ambiguous.
"That I await your queries, Miss," with another perfunctory bow in her direction.
She hesitated, puzzled how to proceed.
"Mr.Jones is in a little trouble," she finally began.

"He has been mistaken for some other man and--they have put him in jail until he can be examined by the federal judge of this district." The captain's face exhibited no expression whatever.

Even the eyes failed to express surprise at her startling news.