“You can’t make me. Go back and get proper authority—if you can,” advised Mr. Hammond. “And don’t come here again—either of you—without proper authority. Willie!”
“On the job,” said the boatman, grinning.
“Don’t let these fellows upon the island again—not even on the dock. Not unless they are armed with a proper warrant.”
He turned his back on the visitors and started toward the nearest bungalow.
“You’ll be sorry for this, Hammond!” shouted Horatio Bilby. “I’ll get you yet, and don’t you forget it.”
“To get me, as you call it, you will have to have both right and might on your side, Bilby. And just now you do not seem to have either,” was the Parthian shot the president of the Alectrion Corporation sent over his shoulder.
Willie hustled the deputy and the fat man back into their launch.
“Go on away from here,” advised Willie. “I know you, Tom Satchett—known you all my life. All you are fit for is to jump a few fishermen and game hunters that break the law. This job is too big for you. You’re up against money and influence, both, this time.”
“I won’t forget you, Willie,” growled the deputy. “You’ll want something of me some time——”
“I want something of you right now,” put in the boatman. “A good reason for punching you. Go on into your boat before I find it.”