“’Pon me whurd, for a fact, it’s him, Gonzales, th’ very man we marooned off th’ Cape for knifin’ Davis. Now, what in th’ name av th’ saints is he doin’ aboard a sealer with a native crew? He don’t know poor Moll is dead, for sure, but he’s heard av th’ man he knifed.”
“Maybe he will visit us to the s’uth’ard,” said Enoch Moss.
“In that case, ’twill be as well to have a few rifles aboard, for a fact. Shall I see to it?”
“Yes; we clear to-morrow at noon.”
At the main-hatch he met Garnett, the second mate, and he asked,—
“D’ye mind Gonzales? Th’ same as ye put off on th’ rocks av Hermite Isle?”
“The Dago who killed Davis for his wife’s sake?”
“Th’ same.”
“Well, I reckon I do, but what of him? He won’t turn up as long as there’s danger of swinging.”