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Bandrist twisted about, his eyes searching the gray waters astern. "I don't," he began. But his words ended in a choking gasp. Mascola's knife had found its mark and the Italian's fingers were tearing at Bandrist's throat. The islander struggled to reach his gun, but he felt his strength leaving him. The moonlight shimmered before his eyes, mingled with gray splashes of fog.
"I have no money to spare," Bandrist answered curtly. "You are foolish not to have been better prepared. Our business is one which should have taught you that. You will have a hard time now to get your money from the States." An angry retort welled to Mascola's lips but he choked it back. Bandrist was speaking again. "Here is one hundred dollars. You are welcome to that. But no more."
I can't understand why he's been hanging round Hell-Hole all day and hasn't tumbled on to the Curlew. He seems to have forgotten his boats entirely." "I have an idea he has," Gregory answered. "Sometimes I think that perhaps fishing is only a small part of Mascola's business.
To a man the various crews made light of their injuries and proudly maintained that they had left their mark on many a dark-skinned member of Mascola's aliens. Bronson had partly recovered and was anxiously inquiring concerning the behavior of the speed-craft in the storm.
As he followed after the others down the winding sheep-trail, before Gregory's eyes flashed a vision of his father's battered face staring up at him from the canvas bundle on the hatch. Then came the memory of Mascola's insolent look of triumph when he had first beheld Richard Gregory's son on the wharf at Legonia. Why had he not seen and understood before this? But then, he had had no proof.
Mascola was the one man who stood between him and his cherished dreams. If Rock and Bandrist were behind Mascola, as he imagined, would it not be pursuing a "cart before horse" policy to continue his expensive militant opposition to the Italian? Why not fathom the motive which lay behind Mascola's action?
Slipped round Mascola's boats by running round south shore. His fleet off Hell-Hole Isthmus. Spotted them hour ago. Don't think he's wise we're here. Can load up fleet if they get here quick and can dodge by Mascola. What shall we do? The message was signed by Tom Howard. Dickie beamed at the news. "I know right where he is," she said.
"The wind is blowing in our faces. We must keep at the oars. Then they will think us still on the island. If you start the motor now you'll bring pursuit." Mascola's hatred of Bandrist increased with the quiet tone of command with which the islander spoke. "There is no boat that can catch mine with this lead," he bragged. "Mr.
Blagg became even more discreet as he recognized Mascola's guest. Boris was a bigger man by far than himself. And yet Mascola was putting him out with no trouble at all. The observation had a sobering effect upon the fisherman. His militant air changed quickly to one of craft. He'd quit the boss and pull a lot of the boys along with him. He could hit the dago better that way.
"As I have told you before, I'm not seeking trouble on this island. Mascola's men have been drinking too much and are ugly. A supply-boat arrived to-day from the mainland with too much liquor. I am having some difficulty with my own men. I hope you will help us avoid trouble." Gregory answered them at once. "If there is any trouble, it will be of your making. The ocean is free to all.
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