“What else?”
“Have you give him the location?”
“I have.”
“You’ve give him the location and let him slip his cable—him and Sellers?”
“What odds? It’ll take a month to bust her open and hunt for the stuff. I’ll be after him tomorrow.”
Cleary crossed his arms and stood with the half cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth and pointing skyward, his eyes fixed on the deck and his left eye half closed.
Jude’s face had reappeared at the cabin hatch, and the grin on it spread to Ratcliffe’s.
Satan alone was unmoved, half-sitting on the keg and cutting up some tobacco.
“Well,” said Cleary at last, “you’ve made your bargain, there’s no gettin’ round that. I’m not wishin’ to poke my nose in your business, nor to ask what your share is to be, but I’m partners with Cark, and you see how he’s let me down—cayn’t you give me a lead?”
“Which way?”