"Then, if that is so, this is merely another of Chatfield's games.

You don't believe him ?" "I would think myself within approachable distance of lunacy if I believed a word that Peter Chatfield said," she answered calmly.

"Of course, he is playing a game of his own all through.

He shall have his pension--if I have the power to give it--but believe him--oh, no!" "Let's follow them," said Copplestone.

"Something's going to happen--if that is the _Pike_." "Look there, then," exclaimed Audrey as they began to descend the cliff.
"Chatfield's already uneasy." She pointed to the beach below, where Chatfield, now fully overcoated and shawled again, had mounted a ridge of rock, and while gazing intently at the vessel, was exchanging remarks with Vickers, who had evidently said something which had alarmed him.