“Barry, you stay here with him.”
A vicious-looking seaman of medium height followed me onto the beach,
his rifle under his arm.
“We’ll be back in an hour or so,” continued Brack as the boat backed
away. “Must look after our passenger, you know. And be nice, Pitt, and
you won’t get hurt.”
“Yes, and make it —— nice, too!” growled the man Barry, scowling at
me. “’Cause I don’t half like this job an’ I sort o’ figger the cap’
wouldn’t be sore if he come back and found I’d had to put you out of
business.”