“He’s a whole lot saucy,” growled the Texan.
“We are looking for a private yacht, owned by a Turkish gentleman,” explained Dick.
“A Turkish gentleman—not!” muttered Buckhart.
“You are friends?” was the inquiry from behind the source of the light.
“Not exactly; but we have important business with the gentleman.”
“What’s his name?”
“What’s your name?”
Dick was talking to give the captain time to bring the steamer alongside the yacht, which was no simple task under the circumstances.
Evidently the unknown did not fancy Dick’s manner of speech, for he again commanded them to keep off.
“If you touch my boat you will mar her,” he said. “I don’t know you. You may be scoundrels, robbers, assassins.”