“Hello!” he called.
There was no immediate answer to his hail, and he called again as he sent the skiff forward. He felt that he was risking all now.
“What do you want?” asked a surly voice.
“You want Slosson!” quickly prompted the girl in a whisper.
“I want to see Slosson!” said Carrington glibly and with confidence, and once more he checked the skiff.
“Who be you?”
“Murrell sent you,” prompted the girl again, in a hurried whisper.
“Murrell—” And in his astonishment Carrington spoke aloud.
“Murrell?” cried the voice sharply.
“—sent me!” said Carrington quickly, as though completing an unfinished sentence. The girl laughed nervously under her breath.