"Poz bagel blitzen and donner! I—I doubt you say true."
"Not," said Glossin, perceiving he had made the desired impression, "not that I am against being civil;" and he slid into Hatteraick's passive hand a bank-note of some value.
"Is this all?" said the smuggler; "you had the price of half a cargo for winking at our job, and made us do your business too."
"But, my good friend, you forget—in this case you will recover all your own goods."
"Ay, at the risk of all our own necks—we could do that without you."
"I doubt that, Captain Hatteraick," said Glossin dryly, "because you would probably find a dozen red-coats at the Custom-house, whom it must be my business, if we agree about this matter, to have removed. Come, come, I will be as liberal as I can, but you should have a conscience."
"Now strafe mich der deyfel!—this provokes me more than all the rest.—You rob and you murder, and you want me to rob and murder, and play the silver-cooper, or kidnapper, as you call it, a dozen times over, and then, hagel and wind-sturm! you speak to me of conscience!—Can you think of no fairer way of getting rid of this unlucky lad?"
"No, meinheer; but as I commit him to your charge—"
"To my charge—to the charge of steel and gunpowder! and—well, if it must be, it must—but you have a tolerably good guess what's like to come of it."
"Oh, my dear friend, I trust no degree of severity will be necessary," replied Glossin.