They backed cautiously around and returned through the surf to deep water.
“Lie up a little way off the shore here,” said Beveridge; “we 'll cut them off if they try to get in.”
For a moment nothing was said; then this from Smiley, “Do you mind my saying a word?”
“No. What?”
“It has just struck me—we are wasting time here.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Why?”
“It stands to reason that McGlory would expect to be chased, don't it?”
“Of course.”