“Then this gold belongs to the English government?”
“I thought you understood the situation. Legally, perhaps, it does, but—”
“Then I shall not take an atom of it,” said Margaret.
“But you must!” exclaimed Elliott. “We’re injuring no one—”
“I’m not a thief,” Margaret interrupted again, and walked forward.
The adventurers looked at one another, disconcerted, and Hawke climbed up the ladder to look with an alarmed countenance over the deck.
“She’s got to take it,” said Bennett.
“Yes, of course she must take her share,” agreed Henninger. “Gad, she’s the pluckiest woman I ever saw. She’s been a regular brick all through this thing.”
“She’ll take it or not, as she pleases,” said Elliott, in an unusually aggressive tone, and failing to grasp the humour of the situation.
“Maybe you won’t take any of it yourself,” Hawke satirized.