She travels a good pace, and it's only fifty miles to safety and foreign soil.

I shall land there a beggar!" "I don't mind that, Jack," she said.

"I have my five thousand, and aunt will join us with the rest.

But how are we to get on board?
Besides, O Jack! the President watches the coast every night with _The Songstress_--and you know she's got steam--Mr.Carr just had auxiliary steam put in." "No," I said, "I didn't know about that.

Look here, Christina; excuse the question, but can you communicate with the President ?" "Yes," she said, after a second's hesitation.
This was what I suspected.
"And will he believe what you tell him ?" "I don't know.