King smiled and Miss Langham regarded Weimer with flattering
interest. ``I've got a quick firing gun below decks,'' said
King, ``that I used in the Malaysian Peninsula on a junkful of
Black Flags, and I think I'll have it brought up. And there are
about thirty of my men on the yacht who wouldn't ask for their
wages in a year if I'd let them go on shore and mix up in a
fight. When do you suppose this--''

A heavy step and the jingle of spurs on the bare floor of the
bungalow startled the conspirators, and they turned and gazed
guiltily out at the mountain-tops above them as Clay came
hurrying out upon the porch.

``They told me you were here,'' he said, speaking to Miss
Langham. ``I'm so sorry it tired you. I should have
remembered--it is a rough trip when you're not used to it,'' he
added, remorsefully. ``But I'm glad Weimer was here to take care
of you.''

``It was just a trifle hot and noisy,'' said Miss Langham,
smiling sweetly. She put her hand to her forehead with an
expression of patient suffering. ``It made my head ache a
little, but it was most interesting.'' She added, ``You are
certainly to be congratulated on your work.''

Clay glanced at her doubtfully with a troubled look, and turned
away his eyes to the busy scene below him. He was greatly hurt
that she should have cared so little, and indignant at himself
for being so unjust. Why should he expect a woman to find