“Well, I register a kick, Carter.”
“Why so?”
“Because I wish to be here, too, to see the fun. If you will make that amendment to your orders, I’m your man.”
Nick shook his head negatively.
“I am afraid that won’t do,” he said. “You see, if you do that, you’ll end by having the ladies, the count, and perhaps half a dozen guests out here, and I don’t want them—particularly one of them. You understand.”
“Yes. But if I could assure you that we would not be troubled—eh? If Burton, here, will do the ashore act for me, and I can arrange it so that we won’t be bothered—eh?”
“Why, in that case I will have no objections.”
“All right. I’ll go now. Come along, Burton. We’ll stop at your yacht on the way, and give your men the necessary orders. Hello! It is about time we were doing it, too. There comes Myers with the Wyoming, and if I am not mistaken, that is Harcourt out beyond him.”
As he was about to leave the deck of the yacht to leap into the gig awaiting him, he added:
“I’ll attend to that telephone, old chap, and I will bring Chick out to you the minute he arrives. I’ll head off the women, too, and I’ll see to it that we are not disturbed out here to-night. I only hope the pirate will show up.”