Earle Norris's face fell.
"Of course, if Dare won't stay, he needn't," he said slowly. "I only thought I was doing him a favor by bringing him."
"I hope, Mr. Dare, that you will not speak of what you have seen here to-night," went on Don Wimler. "It might place us in an unpleasant predicament."
Richard hesitated. "If I do, it will only be so far as it concerns Mr. Norris and myself," he replied. "I have no desire to hurt you or the others."
And going to the door Richard passed swiftly through it to the outer room. Norris was after him on the instant.
"What do you mean by saying you may tell on me?" he demanded, with an evil look in his eyes.
"I meant just what I said," retorted Richard. "I may be green, but I'm not so green as you take me to be. Let me go."
Norris had taken a tight hold of his shoulder.
"You shan't go till you promise to keep the thing quiet," he replied grimly.
For reply, Richard gathered himself together and gave the shipping-clerk a shove that sent that individual sprawling to the floor.