“Dot’s so,” said Bol.
“We don’t want no blooming fuss,” continued Teach; “the job’s to be handled so that it shall be agreeable to all concerned. Here’s the brig, and the money’s below.”
“Dot vhas so,” said Galen. “Dis vhas a shob over vhich ve all shakes hands.”
“If we carried the money home,” continued Teach, “what’s going to happen? Mr. Tulp’ll claim the captain’s share as well as his own. And what’s to be his own? And what’s to be your’n, Mr. Fielding? And what’s to be our’n? Tulp ’ud suck egg and smash the shell agin our faces. Our rights goes hell’s own length beyond the measly hundreds that’s to be our fo’ksle allowance of dollars.”
“No need to curse and swear, Thomas,” exclaimed Friend. “Mr. Fielding’s a-taking of it all in. Give him time. Before a man lets go he sings out. We haven’t sung out. I’m for kindly feelings in this here traverse.”
“The shares you are promised along with your wages,” said I, “should satisfy you. I will see that every man is paid.”
“Vhat vhas your share, sir?” said Wirtz at the wheel.
“Aint it worth naming?” said Meehan after a short silence.
Call laughed.
“’Taint as if you was here through Mr. Tulp’s ordering,” said Teach.