“BLACK-HEARTED DICK,” HE SAID, “YOU’VE GOTTER
SAY ‘PRESENT.’”
William adjusted his mask, which was not a very good fit, and performed the sinister smile.
“We gotter kidnap someone first,” he said.
“Well, who?” said Ginger.
“Someone who can pay us money for ’em.”
“Well, who?” said Ginger irritably.
William took a deep draught of liquorice water.
“Well, you can think of someone.”
“I like that,” said Ginger, in tones of deep dissatisfaction. “I like that. You set up to be captain and wear that thing, and drink up all the liquorice water——”
“Grog,” William corrected him, wearily.