“You’d better!” roared Dumlow, raising a leg to kick the first man who approached him, and now I started, for Walters spoke.
“Don’t be fools, you two,” he said; “Bob Hampton has joined us.”
“Yer lie, yer young warmint,” cried Dumlow; “Bob Hampton wouldn’t be such a sneak.”
Walters winced at the man’s words, but he pointed aft.
“Look,” he said; “there he is at the wheel steering.”
“Ahoy yonder!” roared Dumlow. “That theer arn’t you, is it, Bob?”
“Me it is, messmet,” said Hampton, coolly.
“Sure, messmet?”
“Ay. All right.”
“Why, you arn’t jyned ’em, have you, lad?” said Blane.