“When I gets my share,” said Teach, after a pause, “I’m a-going in for a buster. There’ll be no half-laughs and purser’s grins about the gallivanting I’ve chalked out for myself. There’s Galen always a-telling us what he’s going to do with his money; sometimes he’s a-going to buy a share in a vessel; then, no, dumm’d if he is, he’ll buy a house and put his young woman into it; then no, dumm’d if he’ll do that, he’ll clap his money in a bank, and wait till the figures grow big enough to allow of his living like a gent for the remainder of his days.” “Vhen I gets my money dis vhas my shoke,” said the Dutchman. “My girl shall teach me to eat. She shall puy me a silver fork. By Cott, I drink mine beer out of silver. Every day I hov veal broth, und sausages, peas und salad, stewed apple und ham, und pickled herrings mit smoked beef, und butter und sheese, und I shplits myself mit almonds und raisins.” “I like the taste of the Dutch!” cried Antonio, in a voice that sounded thin and almost shrill after Wirtz’s. “When I get my money see what it shall bring me; white cod and onions from Galicia, walnuts from Biscay, oranges from Mercia, sausages from Estramadura”--here he loudly smacked his lips--“sweet citrons and iced barley-water and water-melons. _Vaya!_ What have you to say now to your veal broth and salt herrings? And I will have Malaga raisins, and my olives shall come from Seville, and my grapes and figs from Valencia. _Vaya!_ I am a Spaniard, and this is how a Spaniard chooses. All that is good may be had in Madrid, and all that is good will I have when my share is paid me.” There fell a short silence as of astonishment. “Share!” cried Wirtz in a low, deep, trembling voice. “Share didt you say? Shpeak again. I like to hear dot verdt vonce more.” “Share! What share are ye talking about. Ye aint thinking of the dollars below, I hope?” said Teach, in a tone of menace. “I expect a share,” said the Spaniard. “Oxpect--say dot again. I likes to hear you shpeak,” said Wirtz, with an accent that made me figure him doubling his fist. “Aren’t I a sailor on board this ship?” said Antonio. “A _sailor_, d’ye call yourself?” cried Teach. “Well,” he snapped, “suppose y’ are, what then?” “I have a right to a share.” “And do you tink you get a share?” “I have a right to a share,” repeated the Spaniard in a sullen note. “Call her a shoke or I vill fight mit you,” said Wirtz. “I will not fight,” said the Spaniard in a dogged voice. “I have a right to a share. The capitan will pay me and Jorge. We are sailors with you, and are helping to navigate this brig to your country. The dollars are Spanish; they are money of my own country. The capitan is a gentleman, and will not wrong me and Jorge, and we will receive our share as a part of the crew.” This was followed by a Dutch oath, by a crash and a low cry. “Hallo, there--hallo!” I called. “What are you men about there on t’other side the caboose?”