Lander had no time to betray the surprise he felt. He curiously wondered why the man did not shoot.
"Where is your mate?" softly asked Pinaud, rolling his eyes to search the surrounding cover.
Then Lander surmised his life would be spared so long as the shot would serve to bring Papa Clair to the scene. This hope was shattered as Pinaud's prowling eyes took in the rifle he had kicked aside. Provided with an extra gun, the very thing he had refrained from doing—discharging his rifle—became the strategic thing to do. He could kill Lander, then wait behind a bush for Clair to come up and catch the bullet from the second weapon. As Clair might return at any moment he must either shoot or retreat at once.
"Where is your mate?" he repeated.
"Looking for you."
"You mean he knows who I am?"
"Pinaud, the hunter. We saw you on the boat several days ago. We've seen you every day since."
Pinaud frowned and darted his sharp gaze from side to side.
