“Did you find any fresh water?”
“Blenty. Sweet und coldt.”
“Have you dug your pit?”
“Donnerwetter, no! Dot vhas to take a morning. Der ground vhas hard like dis.” He stamped his foot. “Dere vhas no caves; ve look for a hole, und dere vhas nothing so big ash a monkey might hide in.”
“Have you stowed the provisions securely away?”
“Dot vhas all right, Mr. Fielding. Everyting vhas ready for der morning.” He cast his gaze round upon the sky.
“Have you found a place for the burial of the money?”
“Yaw, a first-rate place,” he answered, with a glance at the island. “Shtop till der shob is over, den you und Teach und der odders dot stays mit you goes ashore und you take der bearings of der place for yourself.”
“I’ll do that. It’s fair, Bol.”
“She vhas fair,” he answered. “If you vhas villing, marm,” he continued, addressing Miss Aurora, “you shall go mit us likewise. Dere vhas noting so goodt for man, fimmin, und beast as a leedle run ashore after months of board ship.”