He did not fear reprisal from Cook or Kidd. In fact the matter of their seeking revenge had hardly occurred to him.
Murphy was awakened from a pleasant dream by a hand being placed upon his breast. He awoke with a start and sat bolt upright in the bed, at the side of which stood a human figure.
Monte reached under the pillow for his revolver. It was not there. The intruder had removed the weapon. He had also turned up the lamp which Murphy had turned down low upon retiring.
“You!”
“Yes.”
The last speaker was Mike Quick.
“How came you here?”
“I entered by the door.”
The dive-keeper’s tones were low, but were very severe.
“What do you want?”