Allardyce lost his temper.
"Aye, ye want it where ye can get your hand on it, and give us the slip!"
"How'd I do that, Allardyce?" inquired Flint softly.
"If I knowed how you were plannin' to do it I'd stop ye."
"Ah, stop me, would ye?"
"I would! There's other men ha' marooned or murdered the half o' a ship's company that there might be fewer to share in the prize."
"That's kindly of ye," said Flint. "I take that real kindly! There's some, Allardyce, as might draw pistol for that. No, no, put up your weapon! I'm a-goin' to prove to ye, whether ye like it or not, that I mean well by ye. I'll tell ye what I'll do.
"First off, mates—" he addressed the whole crew—"do ye or don't ye want to win eight hundred thousand pounds more wi'out havin' to fight for it?"
A fair majority were in favor of this.
"Second, mates, are ye willin' as the treasure we have shall be buried here on the Rendezvous until we ha' fetched back the part that's on the Dead Man's Chest?"