“Let’s have a look at it, anyhow!” cried one man, and he made a run at it.
“Not so fast!” snapped Clement, and, as the men stopped, bewildered—“Fetch out the woman and the half-breed. Tell ’em to get into that boat first.”
Mrs. Wandersun was led out, Siwash following. She glanced round, hesitated when she saw there were no boats at the stringpiece. A hand urged her towards the motor boat.
She screamed.
“Get in,” said Clement curtly. “We’re in a hurry.”
“No!” cried the woman. “No!”
“Shut up, you fool!” cried Siwash.
“No nonsense! In with you!” snapped Gatineau, as he drew the woman towards the boat. She struggled.
“It’s murder!” she shouted. “You know it’s murder!”
“She’s crazy,” said Siwash, and with a forced calmness walked towards the boat.