"Well, there's not much more. A cake-basket, some napkin-rings, and a pair of nut-crackers. And that's about all. It's all I saw, anyhow."
"All silver?"
"I shouldn't think it."
"You liar! You plucky well know it is. And not a bad lot neither, even if it was the lot. By the Lord, I've a good mind to strip and sit you on that fire for not telling me the truth!"
"Easy, mate, easy!" remonstrated the Bo's'n. "That sounds near enough."
"By cripes," cried Simons, "it's near enough for me. 'Tain't the silver I want. It's the gold, and that's the girl!"
"You won't get her," said Engelhardt.
"Why not?"
"She'll put a bullet through you."
"Can she shoot straight?"