“I’d blow the blooming brains out of any man’s head as laid a finger on my share,” said Teach.
“Yaw, und you gif me der pleasure of seeing you hanging oop by der neck. Den I pulls off my hat, und I say how vhas she oop dere mit you? Vhas he pretty vindy oop dere?”
“When I gets my share,” said Teach, after a pause, “I’m a-going in for a buster. There’ll be no half-laughs and purser’s grins about the gallivanting I’ve chalked out for myself. There’s Galen always a-telling us what he’s going to do with his money; sometimes he’s a-going to buy a share in a vessel; then, no, dumm’d if he is, he’ll buy a house and put his young woman into it; then no, dumm’d if he’ll do that, he’ll clap his money in a bank, and wait till the figures grow big enough to allow of his living like a gent for the remainder of his days.”
“Vhen I gets my money dis vhas my shoke,” said the Dutchman. “My girl shall teach me to eat. She shall puy me a silver fork. By Cott, I drink mine beer out of silver. Every day I hov veal broth, und sausages, peas und salad, stewed apple und ham, und pickled herrings mit smoked beef, und butter und sheese, und I shplits myself mit almonds und raisins.”
“I like the taste of the Dutch!” cried Antonio, in a voice that sounded thin and almost shrill after Wirtz’s. “When I get my money see what it shall bring me; white cod and onions from Galicia, walnuts from Biscay, oranges from Mercia, sausages from Estramadura”—here he loudly smacked his lips—“sweet citrons and iced barley-water and water-melons. Vaya! What have you to say now to your veal broth and salt herrings? And I will have Malaga raisins, and my olives shall come from Seville, and my grapes and figs from Valencia. Vaya! I am a Spaniard, and this is how a Spaniard chooses. All that is good may be had in Madrid, and all that is good will I have when my share is paid me.”
There fell a short silence as of astonishment.
“Share!” cried Wirtz in a low, deep, trembling voice. “Share didt you say? Shpeak again. I like to hear dot verdt vonce more.”
“Share! What share are ye talking about. Ye aint thinking of the dollars below, I hope?” said Teach, in a tone of menace.
“I expect a share,” said the Spaniard.