You know that as well as I do. I"m going to take my time. When I get through, I"ll go. And not before. If you are on the square you"ll stay here until I do. We don"t want trouble any more than you do. But we"re not going to be bluffed out on this deal or any other."
Bandrist"s eyes shone with unconcealed admiration. He inclined his head in response to her suggestion and exclaimed: "I shall be only too glad to remain here until you are ready to leave."
d.i.c.kie Lang turned quickly to Howard. "You keep off your feet, Tom," she said. "I might as well start in. The boys from the _Curlew_ ought to have been here long before this."
Gregory pressed forward. "Tell me what to do," he said.
The girl regarded him approvingly. "You can loosen the stud-bolts on the motor first. Come on," she said. "I"ll show you."
Bandrist followed after them. "May I help?" he asked.
She shook her head with decision. "Two"s as many as can conveniently work around the engine," she answered.
The work of tearing down the motor began at once. Gregory wore the skin from his knuckles in loosening the stud-bolts while Howard instructed him from the doorway how to take off the carburetor and rip up the feed-line. As they worked the girl made a rapid survey of the parts she desired to salvage.
"Some more of your friends?"
Bandrist pointed seaward where a dory was rounding the point and heading sh.o.r.eward.
The girl acknowledged his words with a curt nod.
"Here come the boys from the _Curlew_," she announced.
When the landing party reached the _Petrel"s_ side, Jones and Sorenson stared in silence at the white-shirted man leaning against the rail.
"Got things fixed up, Jones? You were a long time coming."
The skipper of the _Curlew_ climbed aboard before replying. Drawing the girl to one side, he said quietly: "Thing"s pretty well shot, miss. Took her down and found this."
He extended a blackened handkerchief covered with fine dust. d.i.c.kie Lang examined it carefully, rubbing the particles of black grit between her fingers.
"Emery dust?"
Jones nodded. "She"s full of it," he answered. "Don"t dare and start her up. She"d cut herself to pieces."
Silently regarding the blackened particles, the girl asked: "Carlin was with you yesterday you said, didn"t you?"
"Yes. Him and Jacobs."
"Carlin"s enough. I knew he was a dub. But I didn"t think he had brains enough to be a crook. I know now. Well, we"ve got enough trouble right here for a while without bothering about your boat. You rip up the motor and Sorenson and Mr. Gregory can strip the deck. We"ve got to hustle. It will begin to rough up soon. Then we"ll have to run with what we have.
She"ll break up on the flood by the looks of things."
Pausing for a moment to partake of a meager lunch which d.i.c.kie discovered had been overlooked by the robber of the _Petrel_, all hands turned again to the work of salvaging the motor.
Through the long afternoon they worked in silence. As Gregory stripped the iron chaulks from the deck and removed the stays, he noticed that Bandrist leaned idly against the rail with his blue eyes following the movements of d.i.c.kie Lang with great interest. Once, before Gregory could surmise his purpose, he sprang to the girl"s side and a.s.sisted her with a piece of shaft and the ease with which he handled the heavy bra.s.s caused the young man to marvel.
A queer specimen of man was Bandrist, he reflected, to be marooned in such a spot as this. Gregory"s work gave him a chance to study the islander without being observed. He was a figure who merited more than a pa.s.sing glance. He would challenge attention in any environment. While he twisted the galvanized turn-buckles, rusted by the salt-air, Gregory appraised the man carefully.
Trained to the minute and hard as nails, he catalogued the slender figure. The long smooth-lying muscles were those of an athlete. He could see them rippling at the open-throat and on the islander"s wrist when he raised his arm. The features too were worthy of notice. Line by line he studied them. From the high forehead which bulged over the clear blue eyes, to the delicately ovaled chin. The face was emotionless. Only the curve of the thin lips showed the man beneath the mask. The lips were cruel as death.
The tall crags cast their irregular shadows athwart the cove and a sudden puff of wind, which had freshened as the day wore on, ruffled the quiet waters and caused them to slap angrily at the base of the ledge.
d.i.c.kie Lang cast a weather-eye to seaward and shook her head.
"Time we were getting in the clear, boys," she said. "The tide"s beginning to set in strong and the breeze is freshening. We"ve got about all we dare fool with. I want to get clear of the Diablo coast before the fog drifts any closer."
The fishermen issued from the engine-house at her words and began to gather up the parts of the dissembled motor and carry them to the waiting skiffs. Then they a.s.sisted Howard to the dory. In a few moments they were ready to shove off. d.i.c.kie stepped into the dory of the _Pelican_ which Jones shoved into the water.
"I want to get Tom to the launch and have her ready to get under way,"
she explained to Gregory. "Will you stay and help Sorenson load the rest of the motor?"
Gregory nodded and set to work. Bandrist"s eyes followed the departing skiff until it disappeared around the point. Then he motioned Gregory to one side and began to speak: "Do not let her come out here again," he said in a low voice. "Diablo is not a safe place for fishermen, much less a woman. My men will not forget you. I was able to control them to-day. The next time I might not be so fortunate."
However well meant the warning might have been, it rankled in Gregory"s breast. He felt his instinctive dislike of Bandrist grow with the man"s words. Meeting the islander"s eyes squarely, he said in a voice which only Bandrist could hear:
"If it is necessary for us to come to Diablo again, Mr. Bandrist, we will come. If you are unable to handle your men, that will be up to you."
For a moment the two men appraised each other in silence. Then Gregory turned and walked to the waiting dory.
In the purpling dusk they embarked from Diablo and sped across the rippling water to the launch which lay in the offing. Looking back from the stern-seat, Gregory saw the man on the ledge gazing after them with folded arms.
On the deck of the _Pelican_ the girl was issuing hasty orders for the return to the mainland.
"Kick her over, Jones. Johnson, stand by the hook. Here comes the other skiff. Get your stuff aboard, Sorenson, as quick as you can," she called to the approaching dory, "and swing the boat on deck. We"ll beat it out of here and take the _Curlew_ in tow. Make it lively, boys. We"ve got to be under way."
Swinging wide of the headland the _Pelican_ plunged into the trough of the swell and skirting the coast raced on to pick up the disabled _Curlew_. d.i.c.kie Lang looked back at the dim outline of the cliffs as they shadowed the sea.
"Poor little _Pete_," she exclaimed softly. "It"s tough. But it can"t be helped."
Gregory alone heard her words.
"It sure is," he said, feeling that the words were wholly inadequate.
"And I"m mighty sorry," he added.
The girl started. "I guess I was thinking aloud," she said. "I didn"t know you heard." She set her lips together. "It"s all in the game, I know," she went on, "but no one but me knows how I hate to lose the little _Petrel_."
When they picked up the _Curlew_ the fitful wind died suddenly and the air grew heavy with moisture. The white clouds which scurried across the face of the heavens dropped lower and ma.s.sing themselves together obscured the stars. Piloting the _Pelican_ and her tow safely to the high seas, the girl relinquished the wheel to Johnson with a sigh of relief.
"I"ll rustle something to eat, Bill," she said. "We"ll stand two-hour watches. I"ll take her next. I want to see if there is anything I can do for Tom. I"ll be in the cabin. Call me if you sight anything or it gets thicker."
Turning to Gregory, she exclaimed: "The next thing is to eat. I"m starved myself, and I"ll bet you"re worse."
Repairing to the cabin where the big fisherman was already asleep on the bunk, they ate their first real meal of the day in silence. There was much that they could have talked about, but one does not follow the sea long without learning that opportunities to eat are sometimes golden, and not lightly to be pa.s.sed over or interfered with by conversation. It was not until the last morsel of food had been consumed, therefore, that Gregory made an effort to voice his thoughts.
"What do you think of Bandrist?" he asked suddenly.
The girl started, surprised that they should both be thinking of the same man. Her forehead wrinkled slowly as she answered:
"I think he"s a crook. I don"t know why exactly, but I just do. He"s too smooth. Too well educated for a sheep-man. He"s up to something at Diablo. Don"t know what. Don"t know that it is any of my business at that. But I don"t like him."