"Just sit back and rest." "Even now, you don't get an inkling of it," he murmured.
"That shows how little they've taken you into their confidence.
They warned you against any one who might find the hidden path, and they even armed you for such an emergency.

Yet they never told you the Law might possibly be crouching to spring on the Standish place, quite as ferociously as those other people who are in the secret and who want to rob Standish and Hade of the loot! And, by the way," he went on, pettishly, still smarting under his own renunciation, "tell Hade with my compliments that if he had lived as long in Southern Florida as I have, he'd know mocking birds don't sing here in mid-February, and he'd devise some other signal to use when he comes ashore by way of that path and wants to know if the coast is clear." And now, forgetful of the shadowy course wherewith she was guiding the boat toward the distant dock--forgetful of everything--she dropped her hand from the steering wheel and turned about, in crass astonishment, to gaze at him.
"What--what do you mean ?" she queried.

"You know about the signal ?--You-- ?" "I know far too little about any of the whole crooked business!" he retorted, still enraged at his own quixotic resolve.

"That's what I was sent here to clean up, after a dozen others failed.

That's what I was put in charge of this district for.