“Now, boys,” said Beveridge, “we're off.” Wilson descended first to the launch, and Dick was about to follow when Captain Sullivan hurried up and caught his arm. “Here, here! This won't do!”
Dick turned, and started to speak; then, seeing that Beveridge was approaching, he waited.
“That's all right, Captain,” called the special agent; “let him go.”
“Let him go!”
Beveridge drew the Captain aside.
“You aren't going to take him ashore with you?”
“Yes, both of 'em.”
Anger was struggling with disgust in the Captain's face. “You'd better hand 'em revolvers and be done with it.”
“I've done that already.”
“Oh, you have!”