"That's it. You know who we want."
They hailed a banca and were rowed across the river, making a landing over a tier of cascos.
"I'll go over to the Cuartel and pass the word for the men and do a little lookin' myself," said Peth.
"Keep Dinshaw there half an hour," suggested Jarrow.
Peth looked at him suspiciously.
"What's the game?"
"Never mind me or the game."
"I seem to be kind o' out on the aidge o' things," growled the mate.
"You keep Dinshaw from shootin' off his face, that's all you got to do, and don't let Van know how things swung at the Bay View. I'm goin' to keep this business under gratin's."
"You don't need to fret," said Peth. "I ain't fixin' to break nothin' out," and he tracked away to the Cuartel, weaving in and out among the litter of goods on the Mole.