"Nay; not yet. Nor have you, I hope, or they will blab everything before they get sober again. I bade you keep a still tongue, Ned."
"And so I have. There's been other matters to think on. A rare time it has been with us to keep the ship afloat. But I did my part of the business."
"And bravely, I warrant. Tell me how you did it, Ned."
"I caught him a stroke on the head with a crow as he was at prayer, and heaved his body out into the sea by the galley port." 'Twas thus he had cruelly murdered Captain Murray.
"No one saw you!"
"Never a soul. He was missed in the morning, and all think he was washed over by a sea."
"Well, there's one out of the way. 'Twill be Smidmore's turn next."
"When?" asks Parsons.
"That's as hereafter may be. I'm for leaving everything till we have provisioned at Trinidado."
"And I'm for going at it at once. Curse this hanging fire when there's prize to be taken, I say. Now Murray is out of the way you will be made captain of the Adventurer, and I reckon I will be master in your place on the Sure Hawk. We are well armed and ammunitioned, and shall not lack provisions. Then why should we wait till we've been to Trinidado, I want to know?"