"For that matter, there's money for all since the French departed. Their offices fall to our men now. The prisoners are making fifty pounds a week or more--apart from home allowances." "Yes, an' that tarnal miser, Lovey Lee, pouches half of it," grumbled Leverett. "Talk about money! If I'm first through the rat-hole, I'd like ter get my four fingers on ter her windpipe and strangle her by inches. That's the payment she deserves!" "We shall be through in four or five days. Knapps sends in word that since they got a recruit--Lovey Lee's grandson--their rate of progress has increased. 'Tis the letters that John Lee gets to Stark that make him so unrestful, I believe." "Stark could give 'em the slip for that matter," said Leverett. "Scores of Yankees as can speak the lingo have given up the names of Frenchmen and gone out. I'd hev done it myself if I could parley-voo." "Yes," admitted Burnham. "He's a good scholar. He could go to-morrow; but if he did he would be a coward and a knave. He knows that it is his duty to stop and see this thing through." "'Duty'! Well, I haven't got much more use for duty myself," replied the other. "Life's short, and there's nobody on earth or in heaven cares for me but David Leverett." "Stark happens to have bigger ideas than you," answered Burnham coldly. "'Tis easy for the rich ter hev big ideas; but they ain't no good to the likes of you and me." William Burnham resented these sentiments and turned on his heel; while Leverett addressed Mr. Cuffee, who passed at the moment, and, in default of a better listener, grumbled to him. "Devil take the hot-heads; and Devil take the hindermost! 'Tis every man for himself in this world, so far as I've seen. And when all's done, and we're free--what? How's five thousand unarmed men ter get ter Tor Quay and take ship ter France? We want a fleet o' vessels! They'll send the sojers after us, and they'll lick up and overtake us and cut us ter ribbons--that's what they'll do. 'Twould be truest kindness ter stop the whole thing." "Marse Stark he lead de way. He wiser den us." "You think so--and the rest likewise. But I say this snarl is beyond his powers ter loose, and we're going the wrong way about it." "You no blame Marse Stark?" "I duz then. He ought ter know, if he's so tarnation wise, that it can't fall out right." Sam Cuffee shook his head. "If you fink Marse Stark ebber make a mistake in him life, you no fren' ob mine no more," he said.