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I wanted to play fair with ye, Bucky, because yer too smart to let the drink get the better of ye but what's the use. I don't want to argue with ye. Go on and play it alone if ye think ye can." "Well, right ye are," said Buckrow scornfully. "That's the true words ye speak now, Thirkle. Ye don't want to argue with me.
That devil out there will kill us both in the next ten minutes unless you give me a gun and let me kill him. I'm not afraid of him give me a gun!" "Thirkle ain't bad," he said, as if trying to convince himself that he was not afraid of Thirkle. "He ain't bad he said he'd play fair with me, and he will." I laughed gently. "Yes, he'll play fair with himself.
Only let me get sight on one of those murderers and I'll drill him Thirkle and Buckrow and the whole lot of 'em!" "You won't get the chance," he said. "They are too wise to come prowling around if there is a chance of getting a bullet, and they won't bother their heads with us now it's the gold they want there they go again."
"Thirkle here?" asked Long Jim. "W'ere be ye, Thirkle?" "Standing by," was the whispered reply. "Shoot if they come down, but keep still a minute. Fire up before they have a chance to drop on you, and stand clear, with the gun around the bulkhead at that side, while I let go at them from this side." "Below thar!" called Harris down the scuttle.
Perhaps it would have been just as well if I had gone with her, too." "Good!" exclaimed Thirkle. "You see, Buckrow, I told ye she'd go like a lead and bury her truck. I knew it would be a clean job, and now ye can go ahead I quit." "Small thanks to you," growled Buckrow. "Fine pair of fools ye'll make!" laughed Thirkle. "Stretch me, and the two of ye'll hang. Remember that, Reddy!
Thirkle and his men had cut a narrow lane through this grass by trampling down the stalks, and my curiosity got the better of my caution, and I decided to explore a little farther.
"Let Thirkle loose, or we'll hang, as he says, and we'll split it share and share alike." "Let him loose so he can do for us!" raged Buckrow. "Let him loose so he can make off with it, and then knife us when it comes handy! I know his black heart!"
"I don't give a tinker's hang what Thirkle says!" cried Buckrow, throwing down his end of the sack. "I'm here to say gold will rust if it's kept wet, and that's an end of it. Gold do rust, Thirkle or no Thirkle, and I say it." "All right," agreed Reddy. "Lay on, Bucky, and let's get this job over and done with!" "White-livered little fool!" I heard Thirkle mutter. "He doesn't dare do it!"
Rajah got him with the kris. "Lucky for Thirkle the boy had lost it last night when they had me going over the bows! He was after Thirkle then, when a sea come over and upset him, and away went his knife and " A pebble hit the water near us, and we looked up to see Rajah wildly waving his arms to us. He had spied something on the other side of the point.
Petrak looked at Thirkle as if in doubt about Buckrow's sanity, and Thirkle gave him a look that seemed to me to be a message, and he made a furtive signal which I was not able to interpret. "Steady as she goes, mates; steady as she goes," purred Thirkle. "This is no time to quarrel. We'll have a gunboat down on us if we don't get away soon, and there's a lot to do yet before we leave.
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