CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tod, standing behind the wheel of the Jolly Rogue, watched the dawn come in the east. First the mountains were merely black indefinable monoliths against the horizon, but then as the stars faded and the sky lightened, the Santa Ynez mountain range began to assume its individual characteristics. Beside him, in the pilot's chair, Hunt snored loudly.
The gulls swooped and soared playfully around the bow of the yacht, and occasionally their shrill cries could be heard above the muffled roar of the marine engines.
Hunt snorted and came awake suddenly the moment Tod entered the breakwater. He blinked, yawned prodigiously and glanced at his watch. "Five o'clock," he commented. "You shouldn't have let me sleep so long." He stood, then put his hand over his kidney area and groaned
