There was a long moment when no one of the men in the after cabin spoke. Then big Jim Finch said suavely: “That is to say, if Captain Shore does not object.”
Joel asked then: “What if I do object?”
Mark laughed. “If you do object, why—we’ll just go anyway. But you’ll have no share.”
And surly Varde added: “We’d as soon you did object.”
Mark bade him be quiet. “That’s not true, Joel,” he said. “You know, I wanted you in this, from the first. Your coming in will—prevent complications. With you in, the whole matter is very simple, and safe.... But without you, we will be forced to take measures that may be—reprehensible.”
Joel did not speak; and Priss, trembling against the door, thought bitterly: “He’s afraid.... He said, himself, that he is afraid....”
Dick Morrell begged eagerly: “Please, Captain Shore. There’s a fortune for all of us. Mr. Worthen would tell you to do it....”
Joel said then: “I told Mark Shore in the beginning that I would not risk my ship. The enterprise is not lawful. The pearls were stolen in the beginning; murder hung around them. Bad luck would follow them—and there are blacks on the island to prevent our finding them, in any case.”
“There’s no harm in going to see,” Morrell urged.
“’Tis far out of our proper way. Wasted time. And—the men should be thinking of oil, not of pearls.”