“How easy?”
“Nothin’ to do but git the twenty of us all ready, and then, all of a sudden, to grab onto Jonas P. and the mate and them friends of his’n, and tie ’em up, and grab the treasure and the yacht and—off we go. Easier’n catchin’ herrin’ in a net.”
“Mebby some fellers would stick by him.”
“Shucks! With fifty thousand in the offing. Not much. I’ve kind of sounded out more’n a dozen, and every one’s willin’. I’ll finish up tonight, and know where everybody stands. Git twenty as easy as fallin’ off a log. I’ll be captain, and give the signal. When the time’s ripe I’ll pass the word, and we’ll jest keel over everybody that’s like to interfere, and smouge the treasure and off we go. Simple, hain’t it?”
“Sounds kind of easy.”
“Be you with us?”
“You bet you,” says the man with the lantern, “only I hain’t hankerin’ to git caught.”
“For doin’ what?”
“Stealin’.”
“Stealin’ what and off’n who?”