"Who?"
"Himself—him that's uncle to ye."
"Well, seeing that we hear each other excellently as we are, suppose you speak your message from the spot you stand on," I said.
"Troth, that will suit me fine," he replied with alacrity. "And 'tis easy said. Flint will ha' Cap'n Murray shift the treasure to the foot of the hill, and that done, the Walrus will take it and go. If he won't, we'll be takin' it anyways—or if by chance we don't, we'll blow the James out o' the water and leave ye all marooned."
He waxed confidential.
"Aye, and he means that same, Master Bob. Ye may take me word for it. We're a wild, angry crew for the surprize ye give us in the dark."
"'Twas a fit reward for your treachery, Darby," I returned with some heat.
He hung his head, digging with his toe in the sand.
"Ah, but that's what pirates will be doing," he said. "And what way will there be kindness betwixt men if they do be fighting? Or wanting, the one, what the other has?"
"Maybe we haven't the treasure here at all," I suggested.