Then another voice asked:
“Can you arrange to guide us in?”
“I’ll post a man on the Old House, seaward side, with a green lantern.”
“Is there likely to be trouble?”
“I can’t say yet. I’m hoping to get rid of Templar this evening, but he was born lucky, and he might manage to escape again. Be on the safe side. I’ve just heard that the Holm girl and he have fixed it up—it’s just possible that that might make him back out, squeak to the dicks, and leave the rest to them. I think it’s too late for that to matter, but you’d better be prepared for anything.”
“I shall.”
“Good. Did you get the full crew?”
“Two oilers didn’t turn up. I heard just before midnight they were stewed to the gills down-town. I took a chance and left ’em. You said I was to sail punctually.”
“Quite right—but that leaves you with only eleven, counting yourself, doesn’t it?”
“That’s so, Chief. But we can manage easy.”