"'Tis true as gospel, Peter," I groaned. "I hoped to the last this ridiculous plan of Murray's would fall through in some manner, but the man has a damnable determination."
"Ja," agreed Peter. "I t'ink he takes der treasure-ship, Bob. Dot's easy."
"Easy? I see not how!"
"Ja, it is easy to take her. But after comes his troubles. Much treasure is bad for pirates. We hafe troubles after."
"'We!' We won't be there. Very likely we'll be dead, Peter, slain in one of the Walrus' knife frays."
"Suppose we get oudt tonight," answered Peter persuasively. "Suppose we get oudt and back to der James. Ja?"
I looked around me skeptically at the heavy planking and stout timbers of the sides and for'ard bulkhead.
"It can't be done. 'Twould take a week to break out of this—and the James will be sailing in five or six hours."
"Neen," said Peter. "We get oudt—any time we get oudt."
"How?" I demanded.