“Speak lower, for heaven’s sake! Will you undertake to do this for me?”
“If you make it worth while! Fork over the needful, and I’m there!”
“Money you shall have; but do you think this woman will undertake to look after the girl?”
“See here, square; don’t say ‘this woman.’ Call her the cap’n’s lady—sounds better. Oh, she’s got nothing to do with it; she’s got to mind the cap’n. Who’s the gal?”
“Sh-sh! not so loud, man! Do you know the cottage on the Barrens, between Dismal Hollow and Heath Hill?”
“Like a book. Why, square, it’s not that beauty they talk about here: Miss—Miss—danged if I don’t forget the name?”
“Never mind the name—it’s of no consequence. She’s the girl. Do you know her?”
“Hain’t the honor; but one of our crew, a sort of dry-water sailor, knows her; I’ll bring him along, and everything will go off like a new broom.”
“You must be careful to not mention my name—not even to her; because it would be a dreadful thing for me if this were found out.”
“Don’t be scary, square, I’ll be as close as a clam at high water. When do you want us to captivate the little dear?”