“Listen here—who’s giving orders here? What I say goes—do you get that? If you don’t, I’ll find a way to make you, and pretty quick, too. I don’t want none of your lip, Tim.”
“What’s the game, Jeff?” asked the man Larry, in milder tones. “We’ll do as you say, all right, all right, but can’t you tell a guy what’s doin’?”
“I don’t know myself, boys, and that’s a fact,” said Jeff, seemingly mollified by this submission to his orders. “But the boss wants them two gals—and what he wants he gits, sooner or later.”
“Guess he does!” laughed Tim. “You said something that time, Jeff!”
“There’s money in it, I know that,” Jeff went on. “Big money—though I’m blowed if I see where! But we’ll get our share if we do our part.”
“I can use any that comes my way, all right,” said Larry, with a smothered laugh. “Always broke—that’s what I am!”
“How about the morning, Jeff?” asked Tim. “We can’t stay here when it gets to be light. They’d spot us in a minute.”
“Won’t be any need then, Tim. We can keep an eye on them from the yacht. And the boss is apt to turn up here himself most any time.”
“Why not pull it off to-night, Jeff?” asked Larry. “It’s a good chance, I’d say.”
“Ain’t got my orders yet, Larry. As soon as the boss turns up there’ll be plenty doing. Keep an eye out for a red light from the deck. That’ll be a sign to watch out for anything that comes along. We may show it—we may not. But if we do, be lively.”