“It’s right, boss. You’ll pass that on?”
McLagan shook his head.
“It’s too—big—as it is,” he said. “Too sweeping. I’ll rewrite it, and let you see what I’ll send. I just daren’t send it all till we’ve tried it out. I’m glad you came along down, Peter.”
He held out a hand and the oil man gripped it.
“Act the way you think, boss,” the man said, but with a shadow of disappointment. “You know best. Say—it’s great.”
“It surely is. After this I guess you’ll be able to quit the game and sit back—Hello!”
Sasa Mannik’s stocky body was filling up the open doorway. He stood there breathlessly gesticulating.
“Boss! Boss! You come quick!” he cried. “It dam’ fool white man with big ship, plenty much sail. Him come along by raceway tide. Him break all up sure. All no good break up. You come quick. Crazy white man. All dam’ fool. No good.”
The three men were standing outside the hut perched so perilously near to the sharp-cut edge of the sheer cliff. They were standing at an altitude of something over four hundred feet, gazing over the wild scene of the bay. It was the highest point immediately overlooking the mouth of the Alsek River.