“Thanky, ’Pollo, thanky,” said Oakum. “But what do you say, eh ship-mate? I think we can find the old galleons again?”
“I quite ’tent, sah, to put dis ship in de hands ob such sperienced navigator as Mass’ Sam Oakum, who know all ober de world quite perfeck. You tink we sail in de morning?”
“If they catch them two skulking scoundrels of divers, ’Pollo. I’d just like to ropesend that Mr John Tolly. Gets three times the pay o’ the other men, and is ten times as saucy.”
“’Top!”
“Eh?” said Oakum.
“What dat, Mass’ Oakum, sah?” said the black, whose eyes were rolling and ears twitching.
Oakum listened attentively for a few moments, and then went on.
“Nothing at all, my lad, that I could hear.”
“I sure I hear somefin, sah. Let’s go and see.”
They both stepped out on to the deck, and stood and listened, for it was impossible for them to see, though the light from the deckhouse made them stand out plainly in view if anyone else was on the watch.