So--what I say is this.

If things should turn out that Miss Greyle's the rightful owner of Scarhaven, and if I help her to establish her claim, and if I help, too, to recover them valuables that are on the _Pike_--there's a good sixty to eighty thousand pounds worth of stuff, silver, china, paintings, books, tapestry, on that there craft, Mr.Vickers!--if, I say, I do all that, what will Miss Greyle give me?
That's it--in a plain way of speaking." "I thought it was," said Vickers dryly.

"Of course! Very well--you'd better come and talk to Miss Greyle.

Come on--now!" Copplestone and Audrey, having made a breakfast from the box of provisions which Andrius had been good enough to send ashore with them, had climbed to the head of the cliff after Vickers, and they were presently astonished beyond measure to see him returning with Chatfield under outward signs which suggested amity if not friendship.

They paused by a convenient nook in the rocks and silently awaited the approach of these two strangely assorted companions.