Jack looked serious.
"That's true."
"And we owe this wretched man nothing—"
"But hate."
"We do that," said Jefferson; "but he is a miserable wretch, and we can afford to let him off cheaply, without paying old scores."
"What do you wish to do, then?" demanded Harkaway. "I am willing to abide by the decision you may come to."
"Well," said Mr. Mole, "I propose that he shall be put ashore."
"When?"
There was the rub.
They were many weary miles away from the sight of land.