"You'll see that, if you move."
"How did you get here?"
"Turn round with your back to me."
"What for? What do you want to do?"
"Do as I tell you. Quick."
For a moment he hesitated whether to try the risk of a fight for it; but with a shrug of the shoulders he obeyed.
"Now get down into that boat."
He paused again; and again obeyed.
"Throw those oars out here," I rapped out sternly.
I knew he had a revolver on him and watched him like a lynx. "Well, it's a fine night for the river," he said carelessly as he picked up one of the oars and tossed it on the wharf. I went a little nearer to the edge to watch him more closely as he picked up the other; not for a second suspecting his intention.