“Then why did you bring me back?” I cried. “For you certainly can not expect me to keep silent after what I have seen and heard.”
“You can talk all you want to now, Pitt,” he laughed. Then I saw that the boat was pointing toward the shore. “Talk your head off, Pitt. Because no matter how loud you talk your voice won’t be among those heard aboard.”
The boat shot into a tiny indentation of the fiord, from which the Wanderer could not be seen, and grounded on the gravelly beach.
“Will you get out sensibly, Pitt, or will you have to be knocked down and dragged out?” said Brack carelessly.
I stepped out.
“Barry, you stay here with him.”
A vicious-looking seaman of medium height followed me onto the beach, his rifle under his arm.
“We’ll be back in an hour or so,” continued Brack as the boat backed away. “Must look after our passenger, you know. And be nice, Pitt, and you won’t get hurt.”
“Yes, and make it —— nice, too!” growled the man Barry, scowling at me. “’Cause I don’t half like this job an’ I sort o’ figger the cap’ wouldn’t be sore if he come back and found I’d had to put you out of business.”