The chuckle of the sailors was like the rumble of the machinery below, blended and lost with that sound.
"So he's out--an' you know what that means," went on Hovey.
A light came into the pale eyes of Sam Hall, and his thick lips pulled back in a grin.
"Aye," he growled, "we do! He's a strong man, but"--and here he raised his vast arms and stretched them--"I'll tend to Harrigan!"
The voice of the bos'n was sharp: "None o' that! Wait till I give orders, Sam, before you raise a hand. We're too far from the coast. Let old Henshaw bring us close inshore, an' then we'll turn loose."
"What I don't see," said one of the sailors, "is how we make out for hard cash after we hit the coast. We beach the Heron--all right; but then we're turned loose in the woods without a cent."
"You're a fool," s
