? ? ? ? "You mean, my man, that the crew contemplates mutiny?" asked Clayton.
? ? ? ? "Mutiny!" exclaimed the old fellow. "Mutiny! They means murder, sir, an' mark my word for it, sir."
? ? ? ? "When?"
? ? ? ? "Hit's comin', sir; hit's comin' but I'm not a-sayin' wen, an' I've said too damned much now, but ye was a good sort t'other day an' I thought it no more'n right to warn ye. But keep a still tongue in yer 'ead an' when ye 'ear shootin' git below an' stay there.
? ? ? ? "That's all, only keep a still tongue in yer 'ead, or they'll put a pill between yer ribs, an' mark my word for it, sir," and the old fellow went on with his polishing, which carried him away from where the Claytons were standing.
? ? ? ? "Deuced cheerful outlook, Alice," said Clayton.
? ? ? ? "You should warn the captain at once, John.
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