The Cap looks sort of puzzled.
"Why, they're all right, I guess," says he.
"Please don't guess," cuts in Auntie. "Are they all good, responsible, steady-going trust-worthy men, on whose character you can absolutely depend?"
"I couldn't say, madam," says he. "We don't get 'em from divinity schools."
"Of course not," chimes in Old Hickory. "What we really want to know is this: Do your men suspect what we are here for?"
The Captain nods.
"How much do they know—er—about the buried treasure, for instance?" demands Old Hickory.
Captain Lennon shrugs his shoulders.
"About twice as much as is so, I suppose," says he. "They're great gossips, sailors—worse than so many old women."
"Huh!" grunts Mr. Ellins. "And about how long have they known all this?"