"Got your car handy, Mr. Bassett?" called Ralph. "Got a passenger for you to take to the Twin Rocks Light—and beyond."
"Sure, I'll take him," was Bassett's reply, seeing that Ralph indicated Degger. "Got enough of the briny, has he? I'll come right out in Sam's skiff for him. You had some weather comin' down, didn't you, Mr. Endicott?"
"'Some weather' is right," agreed Ralph. "But she's clearing now, don't you think?"
"Sure," said the surfman. "Them black squalls don't really amount to nothin'—after they are over."
Ralph turned to Degger again. The fellow was recovering a measure of his usual confidence. He put on a somewhat uncertain smile.
"If you all think the trouble is over, I don't know but I might go back with you after all."
"I do know that you won't!" Ralph retorted. "You get into that skiff, Degger, when Bassett comes out for you."
"Say! who are you bullying, I'd like to know?"
"I'm telling you. I did pick you out of the sea, but I don't have to keep you aboard here any longer than I wish to. You'll go ashore now."
"Oh, yes! That is the kind of fellow you are," snarled Degger. "You've had it in for me ever since I borrowed some of your loose change back there at Cambridge. I haven't forgotten it—don't think!"