He pointed to a lighted door she had just come by.
"First mate's room," he said.
"To tell him what to do?"
"Yes'm." He slid along the rail to get by her, though hungry to linger.
"To do what?" she asked. "I know; to bring out John the Baptist and those other two men?"
"Yes'm." He backed off, but the compelling power of interrogatory, especially of hers, retarded him.
"To turn 'em loose?" she asked.
He smiled ruefully. "It looks like it."
"Not with their pistols on them?"
"Oh, no, he's got their pistols."