'Are you a cameraman or not?' Engles' voice was suddenly sharp.
'Of course I'm a cameraman,' Joe's tone was aggrieved.
'Well, get on with your job, then. I'm not here to run around with you. You missed some good shots this afternoon because you were lazy and didn't get out.'
'Yes, but—'
'Good God, man, do you want me to wet nurse you on your job?'
Joe subsided sullenly back into his book. It was unkind and unfair. But it silenced his questions. The three of us went through to the back of the hut and put the tools in the ski room. As we stacked them in the corner, Keramikos said, 'I think Mayne will wish for terms now. He does not like being alone. And now that he does not know where the gold is, he will be unhappy. He does not dare shoot us because we may know where it is. But also he does not dare let us live unless we are his partners. I think he would like us all to be partners now.'
'But should we agree?' I asked him. 'With your help we should be able to dispose of him.' I was thinking of the gun he had.
Keramikos shook his head. 'No, no. He may be useful. We do not know how much he knows. We should come to terms first.'
'But does he know where the gold is any more than we do?' Engles asked.
Keramikos shrugged. 'Four heads are always better than one, my friend,' he replied, non-committally.