“What do you mean?”

“That Kidd will have Enoch’s scalp,” replied Mike.

“I guess Cook is fully able to protect himself.”

“He may be.”

“Some time ago you denied knowing Dick Kidd; now you speak of him as a firm acquaintance,” remarked Burt.

“I’ll tell you how it is.”

“Don’t; I haven’t time to listen to explanations,” said Burt. “Come.”

“Must I go?”

“You don’t suppose I am joking with you, my man?”

“I wish to Heaven it were a joke!” said the dive-keeper.