How you goin' to do it?"

"Take him along in the boat and drop him overboard. That's the easiest
way. There ain't much chance of anybody findin' him, and if they do
they'll just think he got drowned some way hisself. Dead folks don't
talk."

"That's somethin' I won't stand for! You can't go droppin' anybody
overboard while I'm in the boat! Not if I know it!"

"What you goin' to do, play the sucker?" Bill turned angrily toward
his companion. "Maybe you'll go and peach!"

"Don't you call me a sucker! Don't you say I'm a peacher!" Hank rose
to his feet and faced Bill menacingly.

For a moment Jamie thought the men were going to fight, but Bill
remained seated and his manner suddenly changed. Jamie thought he
acted as though he were afraid.

"See here, Hank," Bill's voice was modified and conciliatory. "I ain't
callin' you a sucker, and I ain't sayin' you'll peach. What's the use
of us fellers fightin' about it? We're in this together and we're
pardners. We've got to hang together. What's the use of us fallin'
out?"

"I'm willin' to hang together but I won't be called a sucker or
peacher by anybody, and I ain't goin' to stand for any croakin'
neither while I've got a gun! Hear me?"

"What we goin' to do about this here kid then? We can't let him go.
He'll up and run back and blab. He's heard too much about our
business. We don't want to go huntin' trouble, do we? Well, we'll be
huntin' trouble if we let him go. He knows too much and he knows all
about who we be too."

"What does he know, now? He don't know anything except what you've
gone and blabbed yourself. We just caught him tryin' to swipe our
cache. The stuff is our'n. 'Tain't his'n. Our stuff is our'n, ain't
it? What can he blab about? That's what I want to know!"

"He'll go and tell folks we've got this here swag from the ship, and
it'll go to the boss. That's what he knows, and that's what he'll
blab."

"Well, what we've got is our'n. He can't prove we've got that there
swag, and we'll hide it where the boss can't find it. He hain't seen
any swag around, has he? He can't say he has neither, and he won't. He
just thought maybe we had that there fox skin. What's that got to do
with us? We don't care what he thinks, and what he thinks won't hurt
us as I knows of. What we've got and what we ain't got don't make any
difference to these fellers. What they don't know won't hurt 'em. It
ain't theirs, and nobody better go meddlin' in what I has and does.
Let