"You may well imagine that if I saw the least chance of doing any good I should not be standing here, but nothing can be done till morning." Having seen her to her stateroom, he returned to the deck, where he had told George Lechmere to wait for him.
"It is enough to drive one mad, George," he said, as he joined him; "to think that somewhere among all those yachts Miss Greendale may be held a prisoner." "I can quite understand that, Major, by what I feel myself.

I have seen so much of Miss Greendale, and she has always been so kind to me, knowing that you considered that I had saved your life, and knowing about that other thing, that I feel as if I could do anything for her.

And I feel it all the more because it is the scoundrel I owed such a deep debt to before.

But I hardly think that she can be on board one of the yachts here." "I feel convinced that she is not, George.

They could hardly keep her gagged all this time, and at night a scream would be heard though the skylights were closed." "No, sir; if she was put on board here I feel sure that they would have got up sail at once." "That is just what I feel.