Don said: "Well ... I guess the die is cast for us now."
Pen clasped her hands. "Oh, Don!"
"You've got to march me out on board the yacht quick and give me up."
"Oh, Don!"
"This fellow will soon wriggle loose. Then the fat will be in the fire. You must see there's no other way."
She nodded despairingly.
"Come on," said Don. "... I guess Riever won't mind being roused up for such a purpose," he added grimly. "Bring the fellow's gun with you."
They set off down the beach.
"This man will tell Riever that I didn't intend to bring you in," said Pen.
"We'll have to cook up some yarn ... Tell Riever you were bringing me in when this fellow Keesing tried to horn in on the reward."