“Divil a bit do I know, and the divil a bit do I care. I’ve no belts to pipe-clay, and you’ve no deck to holy-stone. What there is to ate they share wid ye, and they take their turn at the watch. Sure, it’s a gintleman’s life, and what more would ye have?”
“But it’s piracy—rank piracy!” said Dick, stubbornly; “and I want to know what we’re going to do next.”
“Well, thin, I’ll tell ye,” said Dinny; “but it’s a saycret, moind.”
“Well, what?”
“It’s a saycret, moind,” said Dinny, “and ye won’t tell?”
“Tell! Who is there to tell here?”
“Nobody yet; but ye’ll keep the saycret?”
“Yes,” said Dick, earnestly. “What are they going to do?”
“Didn’t I say I’d tell ye,” said Dinny, “as soon as I know?”
“Yah!” snarled Dick.