“No.”
“Damn your ignorance. It’s out of that this trouble’s come. Look, you Bol, you Dutchmen who are the cooks of this devil’s mess—look how I take this pair of metal legs and make them walk—look—every step signifying the flight of a ship in a week of prosperous gales. Look—peer close—value every one of these lines at twenty leagues; count them, Bol, count them.”
“She vhas some vhays off; dot’s allowed,” answered Bol. “But dere vhas der island, und dere vhas ve, all in goodt time.”
“Why that island?” said I, stepping back from the chart to command the men’s faces.
“Because I knows her,” answered Galen. “I vhas off her. She vhas an uninhabited island. She vhas lofty, mit goodt hiding ground. She vhas never visited.”
“Dot’s vy,” said Bol.
“I’ll not carry you there.”
“Ve’ll turn it over, sir,” said Friend.
“I’ll not help you to rob Mr. Tulp of his share.”
“Dere vhas no robbery. Ve vhas lost at sea, mit all hands,” said Galen.