“That wretch had drawn his knife, and was moving in the direction of the unsuspecting Inez, sitting there. I overheard him say something which aroused my suspicion, and he was in the very act of raising his knife when I fired.”
“Is it possible? He deserved death, then, and you finished him. But what purpose could they have in killing an innocent girl like her?”
“Pure fiendishness––that’s all. Then they meant to make their attack upon us, and they would have made things lively.”
“But how much better it would have been had they waited until the others attacked, when they could have made a fatal diversion?”
“Most certainly; but their course shows the nature of the wretches. They are so fiendish and so eager to fight that they have no judgment.”
“Are we heading toward Wauparmur, Fred?”
“No; we are steering wide of it.”
“Since, then, we are engaged in a regular chase for that port, why not head straight for the island, so as to have that advantage, at least?”
“You are right, for there is nothing to be gained by maneuvering to throw them off the track.”