“Heave ahead, then.”
“Well, sah, I no tink it berry wrong, sah, cause there such a debble ob a lot ob silber, but while I watch Mass’ Jone and de sailor chip, chip, chip at de shell to knock ’em off I see dem knock little bit ob silber too some time, and one time dey fro lump of shell down. I quite sure got big piece of silber inside.”
“And you’ve been up on deck to get hold of it, eh?”
“Yes, Mass’ Oakum, sah, dat’s him.”
“Hand over, and let’s feel the weight on it, ’Pollo, old man, only you needn’t do that, my lad. We found the spot for the govnors, and they’ll come down hansome.”
“Yes, Mass’ Oakum, sah, but I tink it great pity waste anyting, eben bit ob fat, so no like see bit ob silber fro overboard.”
“Where’s the stuff; ’Pollo?”
“I no got um, sah, dat’s why I came to ask you.”
“But is it so heavy as all that, ’Pollo?”
“No, sah, you no understand. I come on deck, find de silber, and I find someting else.”