"Townsend never told them to pull the wool over our eyes, mate. He's not that kind of a fellow."
"If it comes to that, he's not the kind of a chap, to my notion, to mix up with a man like Sixty. Still, everything may be all right. The girl knew that we were expecting word from Townsend; in fact, all her talk and actions prove that she knows more about Townsend's plans than she could possibly know if Townsend hadn't taken her into his confidence. At least, that's the way I look at it. If we had the captain of the Santa Maria put us ashore we might be spoiling Townsend's plans. For that reason I'm in favor of staying right where we are and waiting for developments. But we can be careful, pards, and keep our eyes open. If there is any crooked work on foot it will come to the surface in time."
"Aber ven id comes by der surface," spoke up Carl, with a good deal more wisdom than he generally showed, "meppy id vill be too lade to dodge drouple."
"If Miss Harris and Captain Sixty don't think we suspect anything underhand," answered Matt, "the advantage will be with us."
"Sure," averred Dick. "We can keep our own counsel and have a sharp eye to windward all the time."
"Oof Downsent vants us," continued Carl, "und oof dis ain'd vat he vants us for, den, py shinks, ve vas spoiling his blans vorse as ve vas by keeping on mit der poat."
"What's your idea, Dick?" asked Matt; "to keep on, or have the captain put us ashore and go back?"
"Our course is laid, matey," responded Dick, "so let's hang to it."
"There's no escaping Honduras after we once strike the gulf."
"Then we'll go to Honduras. It's a bally layout, any way you look at it, but the chances are that we're on the right tack."