"Much good it'll do ye," said Bones.
"We'll see to that. Anyhow, I'll ha' no fightin' over women."
He scowled himself.
"I'd throw the wench overboard if it weren't that she's my best chance to find the stuff Murray hid."
"If harm comes to her you'll get no such knowledge from any of us," I interposed.
"Oh, belay that!" he rasped. "You're lucky to be alive, and the one reason for it is that ye know what ye know."
He turned to Bones again.
"Now, mark me, Bill, lay off her. When we get this treasure cleaned up ye can take all the time ye fancy for wenches or aught else."
"Aye, when we do!"
"And that'll be sooner than ye think," retorted Flint.