as locked and
the key was in "Subway" Smith's pocket. With an impatient exclamation
he turned and pressed an electric button.

"It won't ring, Monty," explained "Subway." "The wire has been cut.
Now, be cool for a minute or two and we'll talk it over."

Brewster stormed for five minutes, the "delegation" sitting calmly by,
smiling with exasperating confidence. At last he calmed down and in
terms of reason demanded an explanation. He was given to understand
that the yacht would sail for Boston and that he would be kept a
prisoner for the entire voyage unless he submitted to the will of the
majority.

Brewster listened darkly to the proclamation. He saw that they had
gained the upper hand by a clever ruse, and that only strategy on his
part could outwit them. It was out of the question for him to submit to
them now that the controversy had assumed the dignity of a struggle.

"But you will be reasonable, won't you?" asked DeMille, anxiously.

"I intend to fight it out to the bitter end," said Brewster, his eyes
flashing. "At present I am your prisoner, but it is a long way to
Boston."

For three days and two nights the "Flitter" steamed westward into the
Atlantic, with her temporary owner locked into his stateroom. The
confinement was irksome, but he rather liked the sensation of being
interested in something besides money. He frequently laughed to himself
over the absurdity of the situation. His enemies were friends, true and
devoted; his gaolers were relentless but they were considerate. The
original order that he should be guarded by one man was violated on the
first day. There were times when his guard numbered at least ten
persons and some of them served tea and begged him to listen to reason.

"It is difficult not to listen," he said fiercely. "It's like holding a
man down and then asking him to be quiet. But my time is coming."

"Revenge will be his!" exclaimed Mrs. Dan, tragically.

"You might have your term shortened on account of good conduct if you
would only behave," suggested Peggy, whose reserve was beginning to
soften. "Please be good and give in."

"I haven't been happier during the whole cruise," said Monty. "On deck
I wouldn't be noticed, but here I am quite the whole thing. Besides I
can get out whenever I feel like it."

"I have a thousand dollars which says you can't," said DeMille, and
Monty snapped him up so eagerly that he added, "that you can't get out
of your own accord."

Monty acc