“Whatcha mean by that?” he growled, truculently.
“That if you don’t take me, I’ll think you have some reason for refusing.”
“I gotta work.”
“Your work will keep. We’ll be gone only a few hours at most. How is the tide now?”
“Plumb low.”
“Come on, then. We start at once.”
Whether Mills decided it was best for him to consent to the trip or whether he was cowed by the detective’s stern manner, Wise didn’t know and didn’t care, but the trip was made.
Wise directed the course, and Mills obeyed. Few words were spoken save those necessary for information.
Their course lay out around the headland, and into the small bay on the other side of it.
As they rounded the cliff, Wise directed the other to keep as close to the shore as possible.