"Who's to bury it?" put in Allardyce sullenly. "'Tis easy for a few men to bury treasure so's none save theirselves can find it—and if they disappear suddenlike, what'll their shipmates do?"
"There's sense in that," agreed Flint. "Let's say as you and me bury it, Allardyce."
The yellow-haired man shook his head.
"There'd be one o' us come back—and 'twouldn't be me."
"Got a great idea o' me, ain't ye?" mocked Flint. "But s'posin' ye took along some friends? Would ye feel safe then?"
"How many?"
Flint turned to Silver, whose hard eyes had been studying the faces of both parties to the debate.
"How many would ye say, Long John?"
Silver's big face split in a smile of derisive quality.
"Seein' as you're one o' the party, cap'n, maybe we might say five—six includin' himself."