“Ah! They want a row?”
“Thet seems ter be thar way o’ thinkin’, Bill.”
“Well, you keep out of it, Negotiate. There are five of them, you say, and you are too good a man to be killed.”
“Bill, I is jist a leetle afeared thet it are a better man than I be they is lookin’ fer.”
“Who?”
“You!”
“No!”
“I means it.”
“Who are they?”
“Ther cap’n calls hisself Cap’n Corduroy, an’ ther handles o’ ther others I didn’t fasten ter.”