"The wampires."
"Wuss wuss, nor wampires, Joe," said the other sailor, wagging his head gravely.
"There is only one way to get out of this scrape," said Hunston.
"Out with it then."
"Why, earn forty pounds apiece and stow me away on board in the hold, anywhere, until you are out at sea," said the fugitive.
The two sailors looked hard at each other.
"Can't do it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Unpossible."