"Yes. They're for attacking the James when the tide turns."
He headed down-stream without a word. We were half-way to the James before he spoke.
"Dot Murray, he is a lucky feller. Always he gets what he wants."
"What does he want?" I panted.
"Now he gets rid of Flint andt der Walrus crew, ja."
"But he'll lose their half of the treasure if——"
"Maybe; maybe he don't. Andt after dot he gets rid of der James."
"You're crazy, Peter," I said indignantly, trying my best to keep pace with him. "He'd be stranded here."
"Oh, he don't do dot here—maybe he don't do dot at all; maybe der tdefil stops helping him, ja. But if he gets der chance, you watch him, Bob. He gets rid of der James, and maybe he gets rid of us, ja."
"Well, why do we help him, then?" I snapped, recalling my great-uncle's parting gibe.