"Basil--Damme, sir! What do you mean?" Then, as O'Connor laid a detaining hand on his arm he swung round on him. "Take your hand off me! How dare you touch me! Damme! Stand to attention when you speak to me 'Shun!'"
The savage ring of command in the voice brought O'Connor to an involuntary obedience.
"No," murmured Kane to himself, "I fear this is not Basil Williams." "Now, sir! Who commands here?" He shot the words at Kane's head.
Kane looked from the volcano to his two predecessors and waved his hand in introduction.
For the first time number three glanced at his companions in captivity. "What the dooce is the meaning of this--this, er--beastly masquerade--this is a plot! A plot! I say!" Then, even more furiously, to Kane, "Do you know who I am?"
"If you are not Basil Williams," Kan
