"If you want any help," said the gunner heartily, "I am sure that our Captain Breezy will be glad to let you have it."
"This voyage," the Jew said, "will almost ruin us. But we willingly accept your aid. It is thus with my brother and me: the only way we can save our lives after you leave is by destroying the brandy and the rum, leaving only enough for a smell for the captain and each man, to be doled out daily."
"Now," said Stormalong, "I see how it is. The men sailed, poor beggars, with high hopes of getting rich, and they think they will have to go home in ballast. But they need not. The derelict is worth a deal to you. Give the men work; break her up and load up her brass work and iron, her best timbers, and everything else of value."
"Goot! goot! goot!" cried Moses, forgetting his best English.
"Meanwhile, we will send an armed boat on board. We will take your grog and wine and pay you for it."
"Goot!"
"I'm only saying this, but I feel sure I will get leave to."
"Goot! goot!"
"You may also dredge the wreck yonder, and if you find more gold after we leave, you are welcome to it."
"Goot! goot! goot!"