The gaze of one and all centred upon Miles Hathaway who for a moment met the level gaze of Pontifex with unmoving eyes. Then, slowly, Hathaway signified "Yes".
A deep breath filled the cabin; but the tense attitude of Pontifex did not change. He held his eyes steadily upon those of Hathaway. His voice came like a challenge, steely and commanding.
"Is that the correct position, Captain Hathaway—upon your word of honour?"
"Yes," signalled Hathaway immediately.
Captain Pontifex turned. He rolled up the chart and tossed it upon the table.
"Hathaway's word is as good as my own—and that means good," he said quietly. "Now, Mrs. Dennis, am I correct in believing that you wish to be set ashore with your father at Unalaska?"
"Yes." Florence looked at him, smiling. "I'll be sorry to miss the salvage work, Captain Pontifex, but I'd like to obtain medical aid for my father, and to care for him ashore in person. He's more important to me than any money, you understand?"
"Of course." And Pontifex nodded.
The Missus was watching him in unconcealed surprise, while Mendez had ceased entirely to smile. This was their first hint about setting anyone ashore. Pontifex caressed his moustache and glanced at them, his deep-set eyes ironic.
"Mrs. Dennis and Captain Hathaway shall be set ashore at Unalaska," he said. "Mr. Dennis goes with us as their representative, to take part in the work on the Simpson. I think that concludes our meeting."