embarrassment. Turning away, he
tried to forget the matter by thinking about the coal. Since Kenwardine
was at home, it was improbable that he had been at Adexe during the
night. If Clare had a part in her father's plots, she might, of course,
have made the statement about his getting up with an object, but Dick
would not admit this. She had helped the man once, but this was an
exception, and she must have yielded to some very strong pressure. For
all that, Dick hoped his comrade would not tell Kenwardine much about
their trip in the launch.

As a matter of fact, Jake handled the subject with some judgment when
Kenwardine, who had just finished his breakfast, gave him coffee in the
patio. They sat beneath the purple creeper while the sunshine crept down
the opposite wall. The air was fresh and the murmur of the surf came
languidly across the flat roofs.

"Aren't you in town unusually early?" Kenwardine asked.

"Well," said Jake with a twinkle, "you see we got here late."

"Then Brandon was with you. This makes it obvious that you spent a
perfectly sober night."

Jake laughed. He liked Kenwardine and meant to stick to him, but although
rash and extravagant, he was sometimes shrewd, and admitted that there
might perhaps be some ground for Dick's suspicions. He was entitled to
lose his own money, but he must run no risk of injuring his father's
business. However, since Kenwardine had a share in the coaling wharf, he
would learn that they had been to Adexe, and to try to hide this would
show that they distrusted him.

"Our occupation was innocent but rather arduous," he said. "We went to
Adexe in the launch to see when our coal was coming."

"Did you get it? The manager told me something about the tug's engines
needing repairs."

"We got one scow that broke adrift off the Tajada reef. They had to turn
back with the others."

"Then perhaps I'd better telephone to find out what they mean to do,"
Kenwardine suggested.

Jake wondered whether he wished to learn if they had already made
inquiries, and thought frankness was best.

"Brandon called up the wharf as soon as the office was open, but didn't
get much information. Something seemed to be wrong with the wire."

"I suppose he wanted to know when the coal would leave?"

"Yes," said Jake. "But he began by asking if the tug had come back safe,
and got no further, because the other fellow couldn't hear."

"Why was he anxious about the tug?"

Kenwardine's manne