Davis did not even glance at it, but beckoned to one of the crew-cut young men who'd unloaded the tender. "This is Nick Alden," he said to Terry. "He's one of the gang. See about this list, Nick." The crew-cut young man put out his hand and Terry shook it. It seemed expected. He went forward with the list and vanished down the forecastle ladder. Davis looked at his watch. "Five-thirty," he observed. "A drink might not be a bad thing." He went below, and Terry surveyed the _Esperance_. She had the look of a pleasure craft, but was built along the lines of something more reliable. There was an unusual power winch amidships, with an extraordinarily large reel. Next to it there was a heavy spar by which to swing something outboard. There were two boats, well stowed against heavy weather, and a number of often-omitted bits of equipment, so that the schooner was not convincing as the hobby of a mere yachtsman. Then Terry saw the brass-trimmed tender heading out from the yacht-club float again. Foam spread out from its bow. A figure in it waved. Terry recognized the girl who'd come into the shop of Jimenez y Cía. She was smiling, and as the launch came nearer it seemed to Terry that there was triumph in her smile. He bristled. Then he saw some parcels in the bow of the tender. Next to the parcels--and he unbelievingly suspected what they were--he suddenly recognized something else: his suitcases and steamer-trunk. In order to sail with the _Esperance_ he need not go ashore to get his belongings. They were brought to him. He became totally convinced that these people had assumed he'd do what they wanted him to, without consulting him. He rebelled. Immediately. Any time other people took for granted that they could make plans for him, he would become obstinate. When he was in a fix--and now he was practically stranded in Manila with a need to go elsewhere for a time and no money with which to do it--he was especially touchy. He found himself scowling and angry, and the more angry because what was required of him would have been very convenient if there'd been no attempt to inveigle him into it. The launch came around the _Esperance's_ stern. Davis came from below with two glasses. The girl said cheerfully, "Howdo! We've got your extra items. All of them. And your baggage." Terry said curtly, "How did my list get ashore?" "Nick phoned it," said Davis. "By short-wave." "And where the devil did you find the stuff I named?" "That," said Davis, "is part of the mystery you don't like." "Right!" said Terry grimly. "I don't like it. I don't think I'll play. I'll go ashore in the tender." "Hold it!" said Davis. But he was speaking to the operator of the tender. The crew-cut Nick was in the act of handing up the first piece of baggage. Davis waved it back. "I'm sorry," he said to Terry. "We'll stay at anchor here. If you change your mind, the tender will bring you out any time."