"No, no——"
"I go too."
"But naught was said of two hostages——"
"If Bob goes, I go," insisted the Dutchman. "Ja."
Murray shook his head.
"For you I might not be responsible, Peter."
"I be responsible for myself," said Peter. "I go to der Walrus or you go oudt der window."
My great-uncle stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"By gad, you would! And after become captain in my place, no doubt. You are unmatchable, Peter. What do you say, nephew?"
"I'd not have Peter risk his throat with mine," I answered uncomfortably, the words of Flint's song still ringing in my memory.