HORNE--’Bout the gold? He ain’t that kind. He’s a soft young swab o’ a
lady steamer’s mate. Leave me to fool him. And when the time comes to
git rid o’ him, I’ll find a means some way or other. But can’t ye see,
ye fool, it’s luck to have him with us till we git clear o’ civilized
ports? He kin navigate and he’s got skipper’s papers that’ll come in
handy if there’s any trouble. And if anythin’ goes wrong at the start
and we’re brung back, him and the girl’ll take the blame.