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"No arms for ye, split three ways, and do as we please when we're away clear with the gold?" asked Buckrow. "That's it, Bucky. That's what I said and what I say, and I'll stick to it." "Swear to it, and nothing in yer mind." "I swear to it and nothing in my mind. It's a square enough thing, and I never laid to do for ye as ye think. It was all a mistake, Bucky."
He took the glass and studied the pirate, who was loafing along in an aimless fashion, stopping every few steps to scan the hills of Luzon. "He's taking bearings on that mountain-peak or some other beacon," said the captain. "He's got a small compass." Without the glass I could see Buckrow get down on his knees in the sand and put something down before him.
"I believe the chap in the navy-pantaloons is known as Buckrow, and the other, the tall Briton, is called 'Long Jim, or some such name, by his companions. They both appear to be worthy men, and it made me sad to see them on the beach in Manila for the need of passage to Hong-Kong, or some other place where they would be more likely to get a ship.
"Shut yer bloomin' face," growled Buckrow. "What if I did miss him? It was you that spoiled my aim, falling against the lashings as ye did, so the blasted thing carried away with me and like to mashed my head. What, with a fall like that. Dropped my gun, too, and it's broke or jammed." "Likewise I couldn't 'elp it," said Long Jim. "Caught my blasted foot in a lashin' rotten sailcloth, that, Bucky.
My vote is as good as Thirkle's, and it's good as yours; and ye can side with him if ye want." "But gold don't rust," said Petrak mockingly. "Ye think I'm a fool?" shrieked Buckrow, turning on Petrak. He was nearest the outside, and I could see his figure silhouetted against the light at the entrance. He stooped down and put his face close to Petrak.
"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!"
Then without warning he sprang on Buckrow's back with a snarl like an animal, and the two of them went down in the narrow passage. "Gawd a'mighty!" screamed Buckrow, with every bit of air in his lungs, and I heard Petrak strike again. "Red he got me he " "Good!" said Thirkle into my ear, as if speaking to me.
Come on down," pleaded Thirkle in a constrained voice like a man in pain. "I done for Buckrow, but I hurt my ribs. Why don't ye come down? I can't navigate this way I'm hurt." "Who was my mate in the Jennie Lee?" demanded Riggs. "Tell me that, Mr. Harris, and I'll come down, and not before." "We'll have to go up and get him," whispered Thirkle. "He's too wise an old crab to be caught that way.
I don't like the passengers and I don't like these new whites in the crew. They know one another, I'm tellin' ye. The long chap and Buckrow sailed with Petrak. They pretend they don't know one another all bosh thick as fleas when no one is a watchin' of 'em. "See how Buckrow was so smart handin' over his knife to the red chap when he got in a jam?
"Ye passed the galley ports a minute or so after one bell was struck. I saw ye." "Not me, sir; never anything like that, sir, beggin' ye're pardon." "Yes, ye did, and don't ye lie to me," retorted Harris. "Ye didn't go right for'ard when ye come off watch. I heard ye yarnin' with Buckrow, or what's his name, just after ye passed the galley.
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