is my duty to protect him
from any indignity," said the captain, stiffly.

"You make for Boston, my dear captain, and we'll do the rest," said
DeMille. "Mr. Brewster can't countermand your orders unless he sees you
in person. We'll see to it that he has no chance to talk to you until
we are in sight of Boston Harbor."

The captain looked doubtful and shook his head as he walked away. At
heart he was with the mutineers and his mind was made up to assist them
as long as it was possible to do so without violating his obligations
to Brewster. He felt guilty, however, in surreptitiously giving the
order to clear for Boston at daybreak. The chief officers were let into
the secret, but the sailors were kept in darkness regarding the
destination of the "Flitter."

Montgomery Brewster's guests were immensely pleased with the scheme,
although they were dubious about the outcome. Mrs. Dan regretted her
hasty comment on the plan and entered into the plot with eagerness. In
accordance with plans decided upon by the mutineers, Monty's stateroom
door was guarded through the night by two of the men. The next morning
as he emerged from his room, he was met by "Subway" Smith and Dan
DeMille.

"Good morning," was his greeting. "How's the weather to-day?"

"Bully," answered DeMille. "By the way, you are going to have breakfast
in your room, old man."

Brewster unsuspectingly led the way into his stateroom, the two
following.

"What's the mystery?" he demanded.

"We've been deputized to do some very nasty work," said "Subway," as he
turned the key in the door. "We are here to tell you what port we have
chosen."

"It's awfully good of you to tell me."

"Yes, isn't it? But we have studied up on the chivalrous treatment of
prisoners. We have decided on Boston."

"Is there a Boston on this side of the water?" asked Monty in mild
surprise.

"No; there is only one Boston in the universe, so far as we know. It is
a large body of intellect surrounded by the rest of the world."

"What the devil are you talking about? You don't mean Boston,
Massachusetts?" cried Monty, leaping to his feet.

"Precisely. That's the port for us and you told us to choose for
ourselves," said Smith.

"Well, I won't have it, that's all," exclaimed Brewster, indignantly.
"Captain Perry takes orders from me and from no one else."

"He already has his orders," said DeMille, smiling mysteriously.

"I'll see about that." Brewster sprang to the door. It w