“Well, it’s not him we are after now so much as his boodle,” said Hank. “We know where it’s hid and we want to get it.”
“Where’s it hid?”
“Place called the Bay of Whales down below Cape St. Lucas.”
“How long will it take you to fetch there and back?”
“About a fortnight, maybe.”
Tommie considered for a moment.
“Well,” she said at last, “seems to me that the only thing to do is to go on till we meet some ship that’ll take me back. When I get back I’ll have to do a lot of lying, that’s all. Ten to one they’ll put this business down to Vanderdecken and maybe I’ll say Vanderdecken took me and you collared me back from him—how’d that be?”
Candon turned. He struck his right fist into his open left palm. “There’s more’n this than I can get the lie of,” said B. C. as if to himself.
“What you say?” asked Tommie.