"Captain Harcourt, and I guess you know it!"
"And," Solomon came forward with something in his manner that was almost boldness, surprising Hammer greatly, "I'd like to say, doctor, as 'ow you'd better move out of 'ere werry quick, like. A man as'll steal from a lady, I says, ain't to be trusted nohow. It's 'uman nature to steal, I says, but——"
"Be quiet!" broke out Krausz, losing his calm. "How iss thiss? You say that Jenson killed Mr. Harcourt? That iss a lie! A damnable lie!" He glared at them, overlooking entirely the charges of Solomon.
"Well, do something," suggested the American challengingly. "Hand him over or refuse, one of the two."
"Wait," and Krausz pointed to the tent of Sara Helmuth. "Go in there, both of you, and in the morning——"
"Not on your life," and Hammer took a step forward threateningly. "You make up your mind right here and now, Krausz. I don't give a whoop which you do—all I want to know is——"
"Go," repeated the other, displaying no other emotion than the pulsating ribbon of muscle. "Go, or my askaris take their whips to you, and shoot if you refuse, yess! Now go."
Hammer, breathing hard, saw an askari approach, trailing the long lash of a rhinoceros-hide whip behind him, two others standing with rifles ready.
"Then you will give us your decision in the morning, doctor?" asked Solomon rather humbly. Krausz flung him a swift look of contempt.
"Yess, to you and Mr. Hammer both. Go!"