"She is the Company's yacht with the N. A. P. A. officers aboard."
The big fellow stared curiously after the retreating ship.
"Some of our boys is hurt pretty bad," he observed. "I've told them to take in their nets and go back to the plant."
"We all need breakfast."
"I don't want nothing. I'm going over to the trap."
Emerson shrugged his shoulders listlessly; he was very tired. "What is the use? It won't pay us to lift it."
"I've watched that point of land for five years, and I never seen fish act this way before," Balt growled, stubbornly. "If they don't strike in to-day, we better close down. Marsh's men cut half our nets and crippled more than half our crew last night." He began to rumble curses. "Say! We made a mistake the other day, didn't we? We'd ought to have put that feller away. It ain't too late yet."
"Wait! Wayne Wayland is aboard that yacht; I know him. He's a hard man, and I've heard strange stories about him, but I don't believe he knows all that Marsh has been doing. I'm going to see him and tell him everything."
"S'pose he turns you down?"
"Then there will be time enough to—to consider what you suggest. I don't like to think about it."