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The door was of heavy oak and locked on the outside. The walls

were of solid, smooth timber, and the porthole was too small to

admit the possibility of his escaping through it. The roof was

formed of the deck planks.

He had hardly examined his surroundings when he heard a voice in

sharp command on deck, and the running of feet, creaking of

blocks, and straining of sheets as sail was got on the vessel.

His room presently took an acute angle to starboard, and he

realized that, with the fair gale on the quarter, they must be

crowding her with canvas.

He could tell by the look of the water as it flew past his port

that the remainder of the trip to St. Andrews would not take

long. He knew the course there from his present position must be

north, a little west, across the Bay of Fundy.