“Why didn’t you explain?”
“Because she was right. Right or wrong, how’s a fellow to explain? Well, there it is. You’d better go down to her and say, ‘That lad Candon’s Vanderdecken and Pat McGinnis is after him and there’ll maybe be a dust-up when we get down to the Bay, and there’s a freighter coming along that’ll take you back north and you’d better get aboard her.’”
“Me!“
“Yes, you—it’s clean beyond me.”
Hank watched the freighter. She was away up now out of the water and showing the white of her bridge screen. At her present speed she would soon be level with them.
“She looks to be in ballast, don’t she?” said Hank.
“Yep.”
“Where’s she going, do you think?”
“’Frisco, sure.”