"They consider they must be well clad to go in our company," said Clarington.
"If it comes to that," said Maylands, "we can dispense with 'em. We roared down this Cutting Tom and his Turnbull rangers, why should we be still beholden to this captain?"
"And we've learned as much of t'other one's travels as we're like to remember," added Dauncey.
"Let them go hang for any more gifts!" said Maylands.
"Will you tell them so?" queried Hawes.
"Faith, yes! An we can roar down four Turnbull rangers, can we not roar down this one captain? He has taught us all he knows himself."
"Yet I would not have him think us stingy," said Hawes, who, as he was stingy, was sensitive as to being thought so.
"Why, look you," replied Maylands. "When they come back, I'll say we'll satisfy 'em, touching a gift of money, ere the day be done. Then, presently, we'll find some occasion in their talk for a quarrel. Thereupon, we'll roar 'em down, and so break with 'em."
The occasion arrived when Master Holyday was in the midst of a wonderfully imagined tale of travel. He told how he had escaped from Barbary pirates in the Mediterranean, and swum ashore to the harbour of—Fez!