"How far do you calculate to sail?" asked Lowell.
"I've been thinking I'd better wait till we're about three days out from Cape Cod. We can sail a little north of the regular track, and so have things all our own way."
"Don't go too far," said Crocker. "Remember we've got to get back. Money won't do us any good if we lose our lives on the ocean."
"Don't get chicken-hearted!" cried the captain angrily.
"I ain't chicken-hearted," replied Crocker. "But what's the use of taking too much risk?"
"I ain't going to risk being sent to prison for ten years or more," cried Captain Hannock, in a rising voice. "If you——"
"Hush, not so loud," put in Lowell. "We don't want any of the others to know of what's going on. If they did they'd make short work of the three of us."
"Now don't you get afraid, Lowell. Reckon your row with that boy has taken the nerve out of you."
Lowell muttered something under his breath.
"I'll fix him yet," he said.