Ruth stared searchingly at Martin. Martin writhed in spirit. He longed to shout to her that he was not craven, that it was policy dictated his course.
But Ruth was evidently satisfied by what she saw in his face, for she smiled brightly and said without any trace of disappointment:
"Of course, Martin. It would be foolish to allow them to torture the words out of either of us. I shall speak."
"Ah—but just a moment!" exclaimed Ichi.
He drew a pencil and note-book from his pocket, and extended them to Ruth.
"If the young lady will be of a kindness," he said, "she will perhaps write the directions down on the paper. Then we shall compare it with dear Mr. Blake's directions. Yes, please?"
Ruth took the proffered articles and, without hesitation, scribbled a couple of lines. Ichi recovered the book.
"Ah—so!" he exclaimed, after glancing at the writing. "Now, Mr. Blake, will you be of such a kindness? I make the comparing. Yes, please?"
Martin spoke, also without hesitation. His memory was exceptional, and he had read often and attentively John Winters' code writing.
"South end beach—in elephant head—four starboard—windy cave—two port—aloft—north corner dry cave," Martin rattled off.