way down the pier the clerk was waiting, with Davis by his side.
'You are to come along, Huish,' said Herrick. 'He bids you look out, no tricks.'
Huish walked briskly up the pier, and paused face to face with the young man.
'W'ere is 'e?' said he, and to Herrick's surprise, the low-bred, insignificant face before him flushed suddenly crimson and went white again.
'Right forward,' said Herrick, pointing. 'Now your hands above your head.'
The clerk turned away from him and towards the figure-head, as though he were about to address to it his devotions; he was seen to heave a deep breath; and raised his arms. In common with many men of his unhappy physical endowments, Huish's hands were disproportionately long and broad, and the palms in particular enormous; a four-ounce jar was nothing in that capacious fist. The next moment he was plodding steadily forward on his mission.
Herrick at first followed. Then a noise in his rear startled him, and he turned about to find Davis already advanced as far as the figure-head. He came, crouching and open-mouthed, as the mesmerised may follow the
