Chapter XXII. The Quartette
HIS tour de force was achieved, and for the moment something like collapse set in.
'What in the world have we come here for?' he muttered; 'I feel a bit giddy.'
I made him drink some whisky, which revived him; and then, speaking in whispers, we settled certain points.
I alone was to land. Davies demurred to this out of loyalty, but common sense, coinciding with a strong aversion of his own, settled the matter. Two were more liable to detection than one. I spoke the language well, and if challenged could cover my retreat with a gruff word or two; in my woollen overalls, sea-boots, oilskin coat, with a sou'-wester pulled well over my eyes, I should pass in a fog for a Frisian. Davies must mind the dinghy; but how was I to regain it? I hoped to do
