“Show—show—way—El Commodore Yunk.”
“Yes, that will do,” said the captain. “But mind this; if you play us false—here, show him!”
“Show—El Commodore Yunk,” cried the Indian, catching the last words. “Money—powd—rum.”
“You shall have plenty,” said Humphrey; “but make him understand that if he plays us false he shall be hung at the yard-arm.”
The officer of the watch, quite a young man, seemed to enjoy his task; for, catching up the signal halyards, he rapidly made a noose, threw it over the Indian’s head, and drew it tight. Then, pointing upward, he said slowly—
“If you cheat!”
“Hang um?” said the Indian, sharply.
“Yes. We shall hang you if you don’t show Commodore Junk.”
“Show El Commodore Yunk,” said the Indian, composedly.
“I think he understands us,” said the officer of the watch.