"Well?"
"Not a thing!"
"Then cut it out," said the officer, moving away.
By this time the boxes were all out of the Clara, and the other vessel was brought up to the Tusks. A great pile of boxes lay in the sandy beach, and these the Lieutenant counted over for the second time. Then he beckoned to a dignified looking native and went over the ranks of boxes with him.
"Is it correct?" asked Carstens.
The other nodded and passed a slip of paper to the officer.
"Yokohama exchange," Ned heard him say.
"It must be that the native is paying for the guns," Ned said, and Ben, looking half frightened, half angry, nodded his head.
The Lieutenant now turned to the unloading of the Martha, which was now at the north Tusk. The hatches were soon lifted and the unloading of the cargo began. It consisted principally of boxes and barrels.
"Ammunition," Ned whispered.