Nishikanta, automatic still in hand, standing up in the sternsheets by the comfortable seat he had selected for himself, was staggered by the lurch of the boat.

In his instinctive, spasmodic effort to maintain balance, he relaxed his clutch on the pistol, which fell into the sea.
"_Ha-ah_!" Daughtry girded.

"What price Nishikanta?
I got his number, and he's lost you fellows' goats.

He's your meat now.

Easy meat?
I should say! And when it comes to the eating, eat him first.