"Settles what?"
"This business. You zee, we mus' be olf. I spoase you knaw oal 'bout this caave?"
"Yes."
"Saicret way out?"
I nodded.
Sam took a huge knife which hung in a sheath by his side.
"I'm right sorry for this, matey," said Bill Lurgy. "If you'd a promist to jine us, we cud a kipt 'ee ere till the Cap'n comed, an' then 'ee might 'ave tooked 'ee on. Besides, ther's a special cargo comin' in d'reckly, defferent to this," he added, looking at the ankers of spirits in the cave; "in fact, it's a fortin to we pore chaps."
"And I'm to be killed?" I said.
"You mus' be. Sam Liddicoat 'll 'ave to do et," he said, as coolly as though I were a chicken he intended to kill for a dinner.