Kit looked at Shorty, who delayed to answer.
“He's got his wife with him,” Kit suggested. Nor had he mistaken his man.
“Sure,” Shorty affirmed. “It was just what I was stopping to think about. I knew there was some reason I ought to do it.”
Again they turned to go, but Sprague and Stine made no movement.
“Good luck, Smoke,” Sprague called to him. “I'll—er—” He hesitated. “I'll just stay here and watch you.”
“We need three men in the boat, two at the oars and one at the steering-sweep,” Kit said quietly.
Sprague looked at Stine.
“I'm damned if I do,” said that gentleman. “If you're not afraid to stand here and look on, I'm not.”
“Who's afraid?” Sprague demanded hotly.
Stine retorted in kind, and their two men left them in the thick of a squabble.