"Look there! And they're going to send in a boat.

Better be quick, Chatfield." The agent turned an ashen face towards the yacht.

She had swung round and come to a halt, and the rattle of a boat being let down came menacingly to the frightened man's ears.

He tittered a deep groan and his eyes again sought the cliffs.
"It's not a bit of good, Chatfield," said Vickers.

"You can't get away.
Good heavens, man!--what are you so frightened for!" Chatfield moaned and drew haltingly nearer to the other three, as if he found some comfort in their mere presence.
"It's the money!" he whispered.