"The thing is, what is to be done? Once father gets
his hand on you----"
She shuddered; so did the skipper.
"I might get off with a fine; I didn't hurt him," he remarked.
Miss Pilbeam shook her head. "They're very strict in Woodhatch," she
said.
"I was a fool to touch him at all," said the repentant skipper. "High
spirits, that's what it was. High spirits, and being spoken to as if I
was a child."
"The thing is, how are you to escape?" said the girl. "It's no good
going out of doors with the police and half the people in Woodhatch all
on the look-out for you."
"If I could only get aboard I should be all right," muttered the skipper.
"I could keep down the fo'-c's'le while the mate took the ship out."
Miss Pilbeam sat in deep thought. "It's the getting aboard that's the
trouble," she said, slowly. "You'd have to disguise yourself. It would
have to be a good disguise, too, to pass my father, I can tell you."
Captain Bligh gave a gloomy assent.
"The only thing for you to do, so far as I can see," said the girl,
slowly, "is to make yourself up like a coalie.
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