“Where are we going? Are you going to land me? Let me pass!” Lang exclaimed, furiously.
“Hold on, doctor. We can’t land you right now, but—— Hold on!”
Blindly angry, and half scared as well, Lang forced past him, crossed the cabin, and rushed up to the deck.
It was dark. Spray and mist drove in the air and he could see nothing overside, but from the force and freshness of the wind, and the salty smell, and the sense of space, and the great heave and fall of the ship, he knew instantly that they were no longer in Mobile Bay, but well out to sea.
He found Carroll and the captain at his elbow, and Floyd came hurrying from forward.
“You were to put me ashore at Mobile. You’re heading out into the Gulf. Turn round at once and put me ashore!” Lang stormed.
“Don’t get excited, doctor. You’ll get ashore all right.”
“You wouldn’t leave a patient like this?”
“You’re all right here, and we’ll pay you well.”
These soothing remarks only infuriated Lang the more.