"She's gone an' guv him her jooled watch to boil eggs by," said the pirate.
"By George, we will have to do something with that fellow," muttered
Hicks to Owen as they walked away.
"Do suthin' to him!" Blinky Boyd was fuming in the wake of Owen and Hicks on their stroll up deck. "Do everythin' to him; make 'im walk the old board; draw'n quarter 'im. Didn't he attempt me life an' ain't he at present engaged in stealin' the fambly jewels?"
"Well, have you got any ideas?" asked Owen.
"The first thing," whispered Blinky, "is to git him under the in-floo-ence of licker. They never was no cook could stand up agin' the disgraceful habit o' takin' too much and doin' too little. Get 'im under the in-floo-ence."
"And then what?"
"Then—well, ain't they a lot o' good blue water floatin' around atop the fishes? Ain't they some accommodatin' sharks swimmin' atop the water?"
"That's a bit crude—just to throw a man overboard for nothing," said
Owen, willing to arouse Boyd's anger.
"Fer nothin'? Didn't he insult the master o' this ship. Ain't he tried to starve us to death? Fer wot kind o' nothin', says I." Boyd smote his caving chest in emphasis of his accusations.
"And he would have the diamond watch on him in case he should be picked up," suggested Hicks quietly.