Porto Bello gold

by Arthur D. Howden Smith

"Down arms, Jameses!"

"Step aside, James lads!"

"All we want is old Murray!"

And a wailing voice cried over and over again—

"Here be Tom Morphew 'n' his bloody back, mates!"

The firing sputtered and dwindled and was succeeded by a prodigious scuffling and clatter of cutlasses.

"We'll do 'ee no harm, Jameses!"

And now I recognized Silver's voice.

"Strike arms, Jameses!"

Three men, one of them with a broken arm, raced up to us.