“I know he had, but Colonel Blood holds the odd one.”
“Indeed, and whose is it?”
“Why, your’s, Jack.”
“Mine?”
“Yes, and no mistake.”
“And do you mean to say that Colonel Blood has given the twelve to you and not the odd one also?”
“I do mean it, and for a special reason.”
Old Bates was so triumphant in his manner, that Captain Jack looked staggered and amazed.
“Why, you take all the breath out of my body, Bates,” said Jack.
“The breath soon will be taken out of your body, if you don’t mind; there’s a nice new gibbet waiting for you, so Colonel Bland says.”