"You'll have to see Dr. Krausz, Mr. Hammer, before taking us back. I'm working for him——"
"You shut your head!" Hammer shoved the revolver back into his pocket, for he much preferred to use his fists, and his face, dangerously alight, shot forward almost into the German's.
"Don't give me any of your lip or I'll show you who you're working for, you pie-faced Dutchman! Now stay where you are while I fetch Jenson, and we'll be off for Melindi in ten minutes. You leave this affair to me and I'll pull you out of it; but start any monkey-work and I'll make it hot for you. Don't forget that."
Baumgardner was thoroughly subdued and showed no sign of giving further trouble. So Hammer, determining to get off in the launch before the afternoon grew old, called one of the boys who was in sight.
"You talk English? Good. Break out two chop-boxes and put them aboard the launch—where is she, Baumgardner?"
"Anchored a quarter-mile off shore, sir. The boat's on the beach. It's too shallow to run her in closer, sir."
"Very good. Boy, what's your name?"
"Mohammed Bari, sar."
"Then get a couple of boys down to the boat with the boxes and stay here. Be ready to lead me down there. That's all. How far is the shore from here, bos'n?"
"Straight down, sir, about three hundred yards. But we come by a path, sir, which goes down to the boat. It's a matter of a half-mile."