The black-faced one hesitated one moment, and then cast the die for trouble.
"Well, you know where to get 'em," he growled.
"Yes, I know where to get them," and Wulfrey braced himself for the tussle. "But——"
"Well, then—get 'em, and be —— to you!" and he leaped down on to his raft and set off for the shore.
XXXII
Wulfrey watched the mate's retreating figure for a minute or two and then turned quietly to The Girl.
"Are you prepared to trust me completely, Miss Drummond?" he asked.
"Absolutely. What is it you want me to do?"
"We cannot go on this way. He is becoming insufferable. Unless you have anything to say against it, we will take possession of the other ship—you and I, and leave him here to himself."
"Yes—let us go. When shall we go? Now?"