Bill had to consider that a long time. Finally, though, he replied. “It ain’t only time, mate; it’s the trouble too, ye see; an’ I be gettin’ oldish an’ ain’t so spry as I was. But Honest Bill Glass ain’t the kind to leave a shipmate in trouble. I always been one o’ the self-sacrificin’ kind, I have. So I’ll take ye across, shipmates, for a dollar a head.”
“All right,” said Jack.
“An’ a dollar for the launch,” added Bill Glass.
“Well—” began Jack.
“Cash in hand, mate. Mind ye, I ain’t doubtin’ your word, but business be business and it’s human natur to forget. Cash in hand, mates! a dollar a head an’ a dollar for the launch. All I’m seekin’ is just to square myself for a day’s catch, mates.”
“I’d rather stay here and starve!” exclaimed Hal, passionately. “Four dollars when he’s stolen our oars and—and—”
“S-sh, he’ll hear you!” warned Bee. “Don’t be an idiot, Hal. What’s four dollars? I’d give twenty for a glass of water this minute! Tell him yes, Jack.”
“But have we got the money? He says he’s got to have cash.”