CHAPTER II
JETSAM OF THE SEA
John Blair was worried. Every line of his face, every movement of his nervous body showed it. He turned quickly to the bare-footed fisherman who blocked the doorway.
"You combed the beach, you say? How far?"
"San Lucas to Port Angeles."
"No signs of wreckage; nothing?"
The fisherman shook his head.
Blair was silent for a moment. Then he asked: "How far out to sea did you go?"
"About three miles, 'Dog-face' Jones's workin' out San Anselmo way. Big Jack left last night for Diablo."
Blair started. "Diablo," he repeated. "They surely wouldn't have gone out there."