Pike grinned. "An' what are you goin' to
do with me?"
"You'll be taken care of until we get in an' turn you over to the
lawful authorities," Davis answered promptly. "Most likely you can
plead insanity an' get off easy."
At this moment I felt a stir at my shoulder. It was Margaret, armed
with the long knife of the steward, whom she had put at the wheel.
"You've got another guess comin', Davis," Mr. Pike said. "I've got
no more talk with you. I'm goin' to talk to the bunch. I'll give
you fellows just two minutes to choose, and I'll tell you your
choices. You've only got two choices. You'll turn the second mate
over to me an' go back to duty and take what's comin' to you, or
you'll go to jail with the stripes on you for long sentences. You've
got two minutes. The fellows that want jail can stand right where
they are. The fellows that don't want jail and are willin' to work
faithful, can walk right back to me here on the poop. Two minutes,
an' you can keep your jaws stopped while you think over what it's
goin' to be.
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