"Turn this boat round, quicker nor lightnin'."
"There, it's turned," said Yates, assuming a smile.
"Now row back to Number Nine."
"Come, Jim," said Yates, growing pale with vexation and apprehension, "this fooling has gone far enough."
"Not by ten mile," said Jim.
"You surely don't mean to take me back. You have no right to do it. I can prosecute you for this."
"Not if I put a bullet through ye, or drown ye."
"Do you mean to have me row back to Number Nine?"
"I mean to have you row back to Number Nine, or go to the bottom leakin'," responded Jim.
Yates thought a moment, looked angrily at the determined man before him, as if he were meditating some rash experiment, and then dipped his oars and rowed up-stream.