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“That’s common sense, lad,” said McCoy. “Ye ken yer weakness. We’ll no think the less o’ ye for standin’ out against it.”

Quintal seated himself in the fern with his back to a tree. “Go on with your boozin’,” he said. “What’s this, Mills? The little wench ain’t shakin’ a cloth?”

“She’s havin’ her first spree,” said Mills. “She’s took to brandy that easy. Where’s Jack Williams?”

“I’ve not seen him these two hours.”

“Not alone, I’ll warrant, wherever he is. And it won’t be Fasto that’s with him.”

“Aye, he’s fair crazed over that—what’s her name? Hutia?”

“Why can’t he keep to his own?” Mills growled.

“Where’s the need, John?” Martin asked. “I mean to take a walk with Hutia myself, once we’re well ashore.”

“Aye, ye’ll be a proper trouble-maker, Isaac, give ye half a chance,” said Quintal. “The Indians can play that game as well as ourselves. I’m with John. Let each man keep to his own.”

“Aye, aye, to that!” said McCoy. “Once there was trouble started ’twixt us and the Indians, there’d be the deil and a’ to pay. We’ve the chance, here, to live quiet and peaceful as ever we like. I say, let’s take it and hold fast by it.”