? ? ? ? "Here is a good place," said the rat-faced sailor, indicating a spot beneath Tarzan's tree.
? ? ? ? "It is as good as any," replied one of his companions. "If they catch us with the treasure aboard it will all be confiscated anyway. We might as well bury it here on the chance that some of us will escape the gallows to come back and enjoy it later."
? ? ? ? The rat-faced one now called to the men who had remained at the boat, and they came slowly up the bank carrying picks and shovels.
? ? ? ? "Hurry, you!" cried Snipes.
? ? ? ? "Stow it!" retorted one of the men, in a surly tone. "You're no admiral, you damned shrimp."
? ? ? ? "I'm Cap'n here, though, I'll have you to understand, you swab," shrieked Snipes, with a volley of frightful oaths.
? ? ? ? "Steady, boys," cautioned one of the men who had not spoken before.
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