"At once," was the answer.
"And, by the way, Captain Pons," went on Matt, "didn't you say there were only five Japs in the crew that stole the Pom."
"Fife, oui. I count zem and I know."
"Well, that one we captured under the wharf, at Lota, comes out of the five, and would leave four."
"Oui, wan from fife is four."
"Then, captain, how do you account for the fact that there were six on the Pom when she reached this bay?"
"Do you say I spik untruths?" flared the captain, displaying a tendency to renew his quarrel with Matt.
"Not at all, not for the world," answered Matt, with an inward laugh, "but I am puzzled. One from five, in this case, seems to have left six."
"I know nozzing, sare," said Captain Pons. "If zere was seex w'en zere should only haf been fife, zat is zeir business."
"Then we'll let it stand that way," said Matt.