Murray looked at the Irishman.
"Here's the moment for decision, sir," he said. "'Tis for you to say what shall be done."
O'Donnell's long face seemed to grow longer.
"Sure, and how will I know what to say that never gave thought to the matter before?" he parried dubiously. "Do I understand you to suggest Captain Flint might attempt to possess the entire treasure?"
"I should consider it likely," assented my great-uncle.
"He is more likely to make trouble if you come to the Anchorage after disposing of half the gold," I thrust in. "'Twill only serve to stimulate his suspicions."
"There is reason in what you say," agreed my great-uncle. "Nevertheless, permit me to indicate that if we have not the half of the treasure 'twill be impossible for him to secure it by any means."
O'Donnell smacked his open hand upon the table top.
"A truce to arguing!" he exclaimed. "I am in your hands, Murray, whether it pleases me or not. Do whichever you think best."
My great-uncle turned to the mate.