"Look 'ere, Cap'n Jack," said Israel; "we want to spaik plain. Why is he to be put afore we? Here 'ee es, livin' at your 'ouse as ef 'ee was yer son. He ain't got to do no dirty work. Oal we want es fair play. Laive 'ee do loustrin' jobs same as we do."
"Anything else?" asked Cap'n Jack.
"I do'ant bleeve in makin' fish o' waun and flesh of t'other. All alike, I zay."
"Be I cap'n?" asked Cap'n Jack.
"Iss, you be; but we chaps 'ave got our rights, tha's wot I zay. Wot's ee more'n we?"
"Be I a fool, Israel Barnicoat?" asked Cap'n Jack. "Caan't I zee wot's good fur us oal? He's larnin' navigation—wot fur? Ain't us got a ship that 'll need navigation? We want a man as knaws figgers an's got schoolin'; 'ave you got et? We want somebody as can play the genleman; can you do et? Billy Coad es too ould to taake command ov the Flyin' Swan much longer; well, wot then? Who's to do et? You knaw we caan't 'ford to 'ave outsiders. 'Sides, ef 'ee once gits in weth we—well, we've got un, ain't us?"
"Well, wot then?"
"He'll buy back Pennington."
"Wot's the use o' that to we?"