“It's me, Dick.”
“Annie!” Dick leaped up to the pier. “Have you dragged her out here to see—”
“Get back there on your schooner, Smiley. It won't be necessary to do any talking. Anything you say is likely to be used against you. Get back there.”
Dick looked at him a moment, then jumped down. Beveridge followed, helping Annie, none too gently.
“Where's your man Harper?”
“Pink,” called Dick. “Pink, come up here.”
In a moment the sleepy mate appeared.
“Harper,” said Beveridge, “get an axe. Be quick about it.”
Pink looked at Dick, who said, “Go ahead. Do whatever he tells you.”
The axe was brought and handed to Beveridge.