“Keep him covered,” he commanded, and turned toward Tezra.
“What do you want?” he demanded curtly.
“A share of the treasure you have found,” replied Tezra.
“I like your impudence,” returned the captain. “On what ground?”
“Because we are the stronger,” was the cynical avowal. “We are many and you are few.”
“And if I refuse?”
“We will come and take it and wipe you out.”
“And if I surrender it to you?”
“We will let you go with your lives.”
“Now listen to me, you scoundrel,” blazed forth the captain. “My answer is ‘no’. A thousand times, no! You can’t have anything except over our dead bodies.”