"Did you hear him swear not to touch the treasure chest, Joe? That was a master stroke of yours."
"Aye, it was bright of me. But he thinks different now. He knows we made a booby of him."
"But we learned one thing,—he hasn't recovered the treasure yet," suggested Jack.
"He is such a powerful liar that I don't know as the ghost o' Jesse Strawn could budge the truth out of him. However, it was comfortin' to hear him swear it on his marrow-bones. I fetched away the navigation chart, the one I poached from the cabin table. It gives us the lay o' the coast."
"What ho and whither bound?" was Jack's question. "Here is a sail wound round a sprit beneath the thwarts."
"The wrong wind to head for Cap'n Bonnet and the Revenge. This swag-bellied jolly-boat handles like a firkin. We had best wait for day and then decide the voyage."
"Nothing to eat and no water, Joe. All I can find is an empty pannikin."
"You're a glutton," severely exclaimed young Hawkridge. "After the banquet I served in the hold!"
What Master Cockrell said in reply sounds as familiar and as wistful to-day as when he spoke it two hundred years ago.
"I have had enough of wandering and strange adventures, Joe. I want to go home."