“That's what Farrar said,” cried he.
“And what about it?” I asked.
“What about it?” he ejaculated. “Why, it's a detective come for Allen. I knew sure as hell if they got as far as Asquith they wouldn't stop there. And that's the fastest sail-boat he could hire there, isn't it?”
I replied that it was. He seized me by the shoulder and began dragging me up the bank.
“What are you going to do?” I cried, shaking myself loose.
“We've got to get on the Maria and run for it,” he panted. “There is no time to be lost.”
He had reached the top of the bank and was running towards the group at the tents. And he actually infused me with some of his red-hot enthusiasm, for I hastened after him.
“But you can't begin to get the Maria out before they will be in here,” I shouted.
He stopped short, gazed at the approaching boat, and then at me.
“Is that so?”