“You finished?” asked Candon.
“Yep.”
“Well then, that’s Pat McGinnis’ boat, he’s been down to the bay, must have been or you wouldn’t have collared it. What’ve you done with him?”
“That’s nothing to you,” said Hank.
“A minute,” said George. “We’ve left him and his men there and we collared his boat, but we played the game he forced on us, and we played it straight.”
“So you say,” said Candon. “How’m I to know?”
“You suspect us!” fired Hank.
“And why not? You suspected me, the whole three of you jumped on me like this directly you came on board, never asked a question, not you, because you weren’t true friends, hadn’t the makin’s of friendship in you, never asked for reasons.”
Hank flushed. “Good Lord!” said he, “you mean to say you had a reason for leaving us like that?”