When all attention was focused outwards, Dickie Barrett stole a glance at Ngaiti. Gone was the affable whaler cum interpreter. The inimical look was intense and dangerous and lasted but a second. Its meaning and intent made very clear to Ngaiti.

"Now why didn't I think of that," stated Wakefield as he straightened his jacket and adjusted his cover.

Eleanor had seen Barrett turn to look at Ngaiti; she was surprised at the vehemence displayed by Barrett over such a trivial ...