“What’s wrong, Jack?”
“Plenty. These boxes are marked for our expedition. They’re loaded with hand grenades, sawed-off shotguns and the like. Captain Carter has moved one load to shore already.”
“Guns!” Mr. Livingston turned coldly toward the seaman. “So it’s true, Captain Carter—you’re aiding Revolutionists!”
“No, it’s not!” the captain denied.
“Then explain these boxes.”
“I have use for those grenades. You’ll hear about it in good time. Now if you’ll climb down the mast, I might cut you in on a good deal.”
“We want no deal with you, Captain Carter.”
“Figure you’re above me, eh? You and your high ideals!”
“We believe in honesty.”
“Yeah!” the captain sneered. “Well, let me tell you this—you got a lot to learn!”