The skipper also kept his eyes about him, and insisted that the
four men should keep together at the head of the pier.
"I daresay you're trying to play low down on me," he said with a
scowl, after satisfying himself that the money was correct, "but
I've got my shooter."
"So have I," cried Don Pedro indignantly, and slipped his hand
round to his hip pocket, "and if you talk any further so
insulting I shall--"
"Oh, you bet, two can play at that game," cried Hervey, and
ripped out his own weapon before the Spaniard could produce his
Derringer. "Hands up or I shoot."
But he had reckoned without his host. While covering De
Gayangos, he overlooked the fact that Random and Hope were close
at hand. The next moment, and while Don Pedro flung up his
hands, the ruffian was covered by two revolvers in the hands of
two very capable men.
"Great Scott!" cried Hervey, lowering his weapon. "Only my fun,
gents. Here, you get back!"
This was to Inspector Date, who had been keeping his ears and
eyes open, and who was now racing for the end of the jetty.
Peering over, he uttered a loud cry.
"I thought so--I thought so. Here's the nigger and the mummy!"
Hervey uttered a curse, and, plunging past the trio, careless of
the leveled weapons, ran down to the end of the jetty, and,
throwing his arms round Date, leaped with him into the sea.
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