What's the word, Captain--you say it!" he urged.

He made a gesture of appeal to Ware.
"Look for the light; better still, look for the man I'll send." And with this Murrell would have turned away, but Slosson detained him.
"Who'll he be ?" "Some fellow who knows the river." "And if it's the light ?" asked the tavern-keeper in a hoarse undertone.
Again he looked toward Ware, who, dry-lipped and ashen, was regarding him steadfastly.

Glance met glance, for a brief instant they looked deep into each other's eyes and then the hand Slosson had rested on Murrell's shoulder dropped at his side..