‘They have no reason to believe there is treasure,’ I cried; ‘it is a mere idle hope on their part. Exhort them to come, sir. They stand to perish if they are left here.’
‘Now, then, don’t keep us waiting, my lads,’ exclaimed the second mate.
‘We mean to stop here,’ responded Head decisively.
‘But have you any provisions?’
‘Enough washed out of the yacht to sarve our tarn,’ answered Dowling; ‘but we should be glad of another cask of fresh water.’
‘Well, you’ll not get that,’ answered the second mate; ‘our own stock’s not over-plentiful. Now, once more, are ye coming?’
They shook their heads, and in a careless, reckless manner Head half-swung his back upon us.
‘Give way!’ cried the second mate.
‘But it’s like helping them to commit suicide, Finn,’ I exclaimed.
‘They ought to be seized and forced into the boat,’ said Lady Monson, looking with a shudder at the galleon.