"'Ain't much on conversation, be yer?' he asked.

I wanted to play fair with ye, Bucky, because yer too smart to let the drink get the better of yebut what's the use.

I turned a couple of tricks afore ever I crossed yer bows, lay to that.

Ye think ye know me, and who I am, and who I was, but ye don't, Bucky, and if ye did ye'd have more thought about what yer up to here.

Ye can't oil me out of it with all yer fine talkI'm to do for ye when I'm minded, and yer slick talk can't save ye.

Ye can't oil me out of it with all yer fine talkI'm to do for ye when I'm minded, and yer slick talk can't save ye.

" "Pals we be, Reddy, and never ye mind enough of what he says to put in yer eye.

"It was yer own pelt ye took care of, and now ye want to get thick with Bucky, but it won't do ye a bit of good, Reddy.

Ye think they'll take yer yarns when they find ye went in the Kut Sang, as the whole Sailors' Home knows?

When they put the rope on yer necks and the black caps over yer heads, just remember Thirkle said it would come out that way.

When they put the rope on yer necks and the black caps over yer heads, just remember Thirkle said it would come out that way.

"A third and yer life looks better than none and a pile of bones.

Reddy, if ye don't shut yer trap I'll drill ye, that's what.

"I bear no arms; and both of ye have the bilge on me with all the knives and pistols in yer own hands.

In a month we'll be in London, and ye and Reddy, with a pub all yer own, and living at ease like gentlemen.

Each has his say, and one as good as the other?" "Nothing without a council and two votes to decide, so ye two'll be yer own masters, having the two votes against me, with my advice for help.

"What with yer talk we'll be at this job all night" "I vote" began Petrak.

"To the devil with ye and yer votin'!" said Buckrow.

Mind ye don't come none of yer smart tricks now, or I won't wait for ye to go explainin' of what ye mean.

Yer sidin' with Thirkle, and I know that, and I'm as good a man as Thirkle; and I'm boss here, even or no even.

Thirkle and ye can have yer votes if ye want; but I'm boss, and I'll drill the two of ye." "Ye ain't goin' to fight, be ye Bucky?"

"Yer goin' to play fair with meain't ye, Thirkle?" whined Petrak, a trace of fear crossing his face.

What have ye got yer hand so close to that gun for?

Ain't that right, Thirkle?" "Reddy, yer true blue," and he took Petrak's hand and shook it vigorously, and patted the little rat on the back.

" "Shut yer jaw," said Thirkle, and I stumbled along again, wondering what had become of Captain Riggs, and wondering if he had been lured into the jungle by the shots I had exchanged with Long Jim, and was lost.