Chapter 18 THE UNKNOWN FRIEND

The boat still moved a little from the impulse of my last stroke, and we floated slowly past Mouraki who stood, like some great sea-bird on the rock. To his cynical question-for it revealed shamelessly the use he had meant to make of his tool-I returned no answer. I could smile in amused bitterness but for the moment I could not speak. Phroso sat w