Tandy rose from his seat and took two or three turns up and down the floor.
He was a man who made up his mind quickly enough, and it is such men as these, and only such, who get well on in the world.
Weathereye and Halcott both kept silence. They were watching Tandy.
“Halcott,” said the latter, approaching the captain of the Sea Flower—“Halcott, have you kept your secret?”
“Secret?”
“Yes. I mean, do many save yourself know of the existence of gold on that island of blood?”
“None save me. No one has even seen the knife but myself and you.”
“Good. You love the Sea Flower?”
“I love the Sea Flower as every sailor loves, or ought to love, his ship. I wish I could afford to buy her out and out.”