“Two millions for the jewels and papers,” said Mr. Ridgeway. “I can’t go higher.”
“Three or nothing,” said Van Arsdale sullenly. “I will take three, and I want it before those fellows come up. They expect the jewels, and they would murder anybody for cash.”
“All right,” said Mr. Ridgeway.
Lawrence saw that he was deadly pale and his hand shook. “This cleans me out, Van Arsdale.” He took a check book and fountain pen from his pocket and commenced to write. Van Arsdale stepped up to him and looked over his shoulder. Instantly Lawrence jerked the cord again, and silently in the wet fog a sort of claw with a razor edge on it fell in his lap. He shoved it hastily out of sight just as Van Arsdale looked up and asked: “What makes this boat list so?”
“Because you are tied up to us,” answered Mr. Ridgeway quickly. “There is your check, Van Arsdale, and I hope I can get even with you some day!”
“I wish you all the success in the world!” laughed the plotter. “I do advise you as a friend to keep out of my path.”
He called sharply and Brown, who had secured the two men, stepped over the side and approached his master.
“Tie the wheel, and toss that boy over!” he ordered.
“Into the sea, Excellency?” asked Brown.
“No, idiot; into the other ship! No, take this man first!”