"Of course, he may be running cargoes down the coast, and not in Saltern Bay at all."
"That's what we've got to find out. One of the first things we got to do is see Giraud."
"We might go up there later in the afternoon."
"Aye. And to-night I'll try and get on the right side of madame again. I don't believe she thinks I'm not what I give myself out to be."
"No," agreed Dare. "But you'll have to go carefully there. It's my belief it's no use trying to pump her now. She'll be on her guard. Still, it won't hurt to quieten down her suspicions if she has any."
"You said it."
In a few minutes they had reached the quay. The Nancy was lying almost level with it on a flood tide.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dare.
"I was thinkin' of takin' a nap," confessed Ben. "There's no use tryin' to see that feller Giraud till three o'clock."
"All right," said Dare. "As for me, I'm going across the square to that barber's shop you see there, to get a hair-cut. Then I'll take a stroll around and be back here for you at three sharp."