“I’d just as soon not.”
“Why?”
“Because,” said Satan, “I may be wrong; though I’m pretty sure I’m right—and I b’lieve in a shut head.”
“You opened your head to Cark, anyhow,” said Jude.
“I’ll tell you once and I won’t tell you twice, if I have any more chat out of you, I’ll lay into you with a slipper! O’ course I opened my head to him! Did you want him hanging round here and sniffin’ out the cache? Haven’t we got rid of him? I don’t want any more talkin’. I’ve my plan laid out and you’ve get to take my orders right from now without questions!” He turned to Ratcliffe. “You don’t mind helpin’ to work the boat, leavin’ sailing directions to me?”
“Not I,” said Ratcliffe. “I’m quite content to help and look on, leaving things to you. What’s your first move?”
“I’m goin’ to clear out of this tomorrow.”
“Why, I thought you was going to wait for Cark to come back,” said Jude.
“Never you mind what you thought. I’m goin’ to clear out of this tomorrow. Meantime, I want more stuff from the cache, and you’d better take the dinghy and get it right off. I want provisions for a month for the three of us.”