"Oh, don't try to be funny," Henryson, snarled. "Guess you know all 'about it inasmuch as you arranged it. Turn off the juice."
"The juice?" echoed Captain Allerson, still squirming in the clutches of a power he could neither see nor understand.
"If I were you I wouldn't criticize anybody, or even make suggestions," Andy Flures blurted out, in real anger, and advancing on Henryson threateningly. "You're in a pretty tough hole, and you ought to know it."
Henryson drew back suddenly as though he had been struck. For the instant he even seemed to forget the direct cause of his present predicament.
"I'll turn off the juice, all right," Big Jack announced. "But after I do we'll have a little conversation. We'd like to know some of the facts relating to this rather—er—unusual situation."
"Turn 'er off first, an' we'll conversation afterward," Captain Allerson blurted out sharply. "I've had enough o' this stuff to last a life time."
Fred severed the connection to the buried battery, and Don swung off the engine switch. The two men nearly dropped over with their sudden release, but the ex-whaling captain hadn't finished rubbing his injured hands together before he turned almost murderously upon the not completely dejected Henryson.
"Now, you," the officer of Canadian law thundered. "Yer under arrest. I dunno jest yet what the charge is, but if it's anything like what I got from this thing here it'll hold ye fer life. I'm warnin' ye not to try to get away."
"Let's get at the facts," Big Jack suggested, pointedly.