"The old buccaneer's," Francis returned. "My first name is Francis. And yours?"
"Henry straight from the original. We must be remote cousins or something or other. I'm after the foxy old niggardly old Welshman's loot."
"So'm I," said Francis, extending his hand. "But to hell with sharing."
"The old blood talks in you," Henry smiled approbation. "For him to have who finds. I've turned most of this island upside down in the last six months, and all I've found are these old duds. I'm with you to beat you if I can, but to put my back against the mainmast with you any time the needed call goes out."
"That song's a wonder," Francis urged. "I want to learn it. Lift the stave again."
And together, clanking their mugs, they sang:
"Back to back against the mainmast,
Held at bay the entire crew …"
CHAPTER III
BUT a splitting headache put a stop to Francis' singing and made him glad to be swung' in a cool hammock by Henry, who rowed off to the Angeligue with orders from his visitor to the skipper to stay at anchor but not to permit any of his sailors to land on the Calf. Not until late in the morning of the following day, after hours of heavy sleep, did Francis get on his feet and announce that his head was clear again.