poor sort av order we'd be keepin', by the Saints. Ye see, young 'un, it's yerself as is at once the bottom an' the top av it. 'Wot's he here for?' says half av 'em, while the other half, which is the majority, they says, 'When's the old 'un a-sending him to Europe to cut our throats?' they says; and there's the divil among 'em—more divil than I ever seed."
"It must be dull work wintering here," I said at hazard; and he took up the words mighty eagerly.
"Ay, an' ye've put yer finger on it; sure, it's just then that there's work to do combing ov 'em down, young 'un. If I was the skipper, I wudn't sit here with my feet in my pockets as it was, but I'd up an' run for it. Why, look you, we're short av victuals already; and we turn fifty av the hands in the mine ashore to-morrow!"
"Turn them ashore—how's that?"
"Why, giv' 'em their liberty, I'm thinking: poor divils, they'll die in the snow, every one av them."
I made some poor excuse for cutting short the conversation, and left him, excited beyond anything by the thought which his words gave me.
If fifty men were to be turned free, then surely I could count on fifty allies; and fifty-one strong hands could at least make some show even against the ruffians of the rock-house. Give them arms, and a chance of Surprise, and who knows? I said
