Zachary Green give a grunt of disgust and went aft.
“Mr. Gantline,” said he, as he met the mate, “are there any more missionaries aboard this ship, for if there are we will put them ashore on Mas-á-Fuera.”
“There are two more,” answered Gantline, looking the skipper in the eyes.
“Show them to me,” said the skipper.
Gantline went forward and looked aloft.
“Come down from there!” he bawled, and two lean figures stood in the foretop and then painfully descended the ratlines before the astonished gaze of the crew.
When they gained the deck they followed the mate aft to Zachary Green, who stared at them in amazement.
“We are off soundings and that fellow has no right to board me,” he said, “but if you belong to that José gang, I’ll signal for him to come back for you.”
“Faith, an’ if we did, Captain Green, it isn’t such a crowd av cutthroats as ye seem to belave,” said McManus. “The fact is we’re just broke away from bein’ shot fer no more than th’ carryin’ av a few Remingtons. I see ye remember me, so for th’ sake av auld times ye better give us a passage to th’ States an’ not make Crusoes av us on the Fernandez.”
Zachary Green looked at Gantline.