"I don't know," I said. "I think Blackie has the bear by the tail and can't let go. There hasn't been a sound for a long time."
"We've got the Reds bottled up in the barracks," Kim said cheerfully. "All except a patrol of ten that got out and went north. I figured you could hold them while we took care of the rest."
"We cleaned them up. They're lying over there across the road."
"That's real neat work, Doc." I imagined him smiling in the dim light. "Now what do we do?"
"Damned if I know," I admitted. "We'd better try to find Blackie, I guess."
We found him lying behind the heavy timbers of the jetty where it joined the road. He was boiling over with anger and frustration.
"The so-and-so's went back down inside the boat when the fighting started and I don't dare go after them. They've still got Lee Sung there and threaten to kill him if we attack. I told them we'd show them real torture if they hurt him and promised to let them go free if they surrendered but I guess they're counting on being rescued."
"Any of your men ever do any sailing?" I asked.
"I have a couple who know how," said Kim. "What's in your mind?"