The one-legged man sniggered and lowered his voice.
"Ye ain't surprized, are ye?" he asked.
"Six to one!" was all I could think to say.
"Ja," agreed Peter, chuckling.
Silver sniggered again.
"Aye, six to one. A strong, desperate feller is Flint. Now what d'ye reckon he'll do wi' the map?"
"What map?"
"When ye bury treasure ye draws a map," Silver explained oracularly. "If so be as one man knows where 'twas buried and he has the map that treasure is safe till doomsday—'nless some one else gets the map."
"Well, he won't give me the map," I returned shortly.
"No-oo-o, it ain't likely. But if he ever stows it where ye can lay your hands on it or ye see him give it to anybody else you just remember as Long John stands your friend, gentlemen. Friend is the word, remember. And the old saw says as a friend in need is a friend indeed."