“Whisht, man! Howld your tongue. Is it wanting to see me hanging on one of the trees! Eshcape?”
“Yes. I am a rich man, and if you can get me away I’ll reward you handsomely.”
“Hark at him!” said Dinny, scornfully. “Why, I should have to give up my share of what we’ve got shtored up here. Why, sor, I daresay I’m a richer man than yourself. Eshcape! and after all I’ve shworn.”
Dinny turned away and began cutting a stick.
“Tell me,” said Humphrey, “are there many of my men here?”
“Jist twenty, sor.”
“And how many are there of the pirates!”
Dinny laughed with his eyes half shut.
“Shure, sor, what d’ye tak’ me for? Ye don’t think I’m going to tell ye that!”
Humphrey sighed, and was silent for a time; but an intense desire to know more about the place was burning within him, and he began to question his companion again.