Attwater glanced it through.
'What does that mean ?' he asked, passing it to Herrick.
'Treachery ?' 'Oh, I suppose so!' said Herrick.
'Well, tell him to come on,' said Attwater.

'One isn't a fatalist for nothing.

Tell him to come on and to look out.' Herrick returned to the figure-head.

Half-way down the pier the clerk was waiting, with Davis by his side.
'You are to come along, Huish,' said Herrick.

'He bids you look out, no tricks.' Huish walked briskly up the pier, and paused face to face with the young man.
'W'ere is 'e ?' said he, and to Herrick's surprise, the low-bred, insignificant face before him flushed suddenly crimson and went white again.
'Right forward,' said Herrick, pointing.