Valvick brought his arm down in a mighty gesture. "Ay will not! Ay am mad now, and ay will not! Barnacle iss not going to put me in de brig like a drunken A.B. while diss crook laughs ha-ha. We are going to hide somewhere, dat iss what, so he don't catch us, and den—"
"What's the good of that?" Morgan wanted to know. "Calm yourself, Skipper. Even if we could hide, which I doubt, what good would it do? We land day after tomorrow, and they'd be bound to catch us. We couldn't stay on the ship… "
"Haff you forgotten dat de New York detective iss coming aboard at Southampton to identify diss crook, eh?"
"Yes, but—"
"And de charge we got to avoid iss stealing de emerald… "
"With others, including Curt's jail-break, assault and battery of Woodcock; to say nothing of—"
"Bah! What iss Woodock? All you got to do iss promise him de bug-powder testimonial and he be all right. As for de odders, what iss dey? When dat detective point out de right man, do you t'ink Whistler going to get away wit' accusing us of stealing? Ay bet you not. Dey only t'ink he iss cuckoo, and den we threaten to tell de newspapers about dat bug-powder gun and dey will giff him de bird something hawful if he open his mouth about de rest! Coroosh! It iss easy. Ay will not be put in dat brig! Dat iss my last word. 'For God. For de cause! For de Church! For de laws!' Liberty for ever, hooray! Are you wit' me, Mr. Warren?"
"Man, you never said a truer word!" said the Moorish warrior, and gripped his hand. "We'll show 'em, we will! Let 'em try to put me back in that brig!" He flourished his scimitar. Peggy rushed into his arms, beaming through* her tears. He burst into song.
"May the serr-vice united ne-'er se-ver, But hold to its co-oolours so true!"
sang the Moorish warrior, enthusiastically, and Valvick took it up,