Mascola watched the two shadows blend into one. Silhouetted in the bright moonlight, he leaned against the coaming, his lips curved in a sneering smile.
From the darkened cockpit of the Fuor d'Italia came a bright jet of flame. Then another. Before
the echoes of the two shots had died away Mascola's body slid from the seat and fell in a heap upon the floor.
Dickie drew her revolver and sprang to the rail. Sweeping the darkness of the Fuor d'Italia's cockpit with the rays of her light, she drew back.
"Bandrist," she whispered to Gregory through whitening lips.
CHAPTER XXXII
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO KNOW
Silvanus Rock was at the Golden Rule Fish Cannery at an early hour on the morning following the raid upon El Diablo. When Blankovitch entered the office, he noted at a glance that the face of the capitalist looked drawn and worried.