“Why should you be? But if you don’t wish to, don’t.”
“I am not sure,” said Miguel, “that you are not minded to turn honest.” He said it as scornfully as if there were something very disgraceful in honesty.
“Honest! not I. And if I wished to be, how could I? But anyhow,” he added, on second thought, “what do you mean? I’m not going to steal anything. Honest or not honest, I don’t like stealing.”
“You’re very particular,” laughed Miguel; “but this has nothing to do with stealing. Wait till you get ashore and try to earn a living honestly. Only wait till then, and we’ll talk about stealing. Oh, no! this is quite another matter.”
“Well, what?”
“Do you wish to go this voyage, or not?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Are you with us, then, in deserting?”
“Do you think Martin Alonzo will give you the chance? I know him better than that,” said Juan.
“We’ll make the chance. Don’t fret about that. You are with us, then?”