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He called down all manner of curses on the heads of sailors who would turn pirates immediately after having been rescued from such a desolate spot as the key, and predicted the result of these high-handed proceedings in language so energetic that Captain Mansfield said, sharply:

“Be quiet, Andy. You are doing them no harm, and couldn’t better our condition if you talked all day.”

“I’se gwine ter let sich low down trash know wha’s ercumin’ to ’em.”

“They’ll know it soon enough without any assistance from you. Just now we’ve something more important to think about, for unless we can make harbor on one of the keys which lie hereabouts before a heavy blow comes on, our chances for living will be pretty slim.”

“Isn’t there any hope we can get our things back?” Nelse asked, ruefully. “The thieves have even taken my watch.”

“I don’t fancy we shall see even the smallest portion of our property again,” the captain replied, with what was very like a sigh. “They will get to fighting among themselves, and wreck the little craft before long, unless, which is not likely, a war vessel happens to overhaul them.”