UNDER ORDERS
"You have seen nothing of the speed-boat from Legonia?"
Mascola shook his head in answer to the question and reached for the bottle which stood on the table in Bandrist's ranch-house.
Bandrist jerked it away. "Cut that out," he said sternly. "You've had enough. To-night you have work to do. You must keep sober."
Mascola scowled, glaring angrily at the islander as he went on:
"Mr. Gregory left Legonia at ten-thirty with his speed-boat. There were five in the launch. Four men and Miss Lang."
Mascola drew in his breath sharply.
"That damned Lang girl," he began. "She is a——"
Bandrist slid from his chair with a quick movement which carried him wriggling about the table.
"Keep your tongue still," he gritted as he towered over the Italian. "You talk too much."