“Oh, that’s it, is it? Well, I don’t see anything to worry about, even if it is so. I suppose plenty of yachts are fitted with Marconi apparatus nowadays. It certainly can’t be much use to him here in West Africa.”
“He might be in communication with some one outside.”
“Out in the ocean, you mean? What would be the good of that?”
“I don’t know,” replied the captain. “This chap is too smooth-tongued to suit my book.”
“What do you propose to do? Sink his craft and drown the lot of them?”
“No.”
“What then?”
“Keep an eye on him, and not drink too much of his wine.”
“You don’t need to give that warning to me, captain. It would come more pat applied nearer home.”
“You are right,” admitted the captain. “If you notice me becoming talkative, just give me a nudge, will you? We must sit together at table.”