Ye'ld be serving Sir Oliver and yourself." "'Tis so, tis so," cried Master Lionel almost fiercely.

"And the price ?" The seaman shifted on his short, sturdy legs, and his face grew pensive.
"A hundred pound ?" he suggested tentatively.
"Done with you for a hundred pounds," was the prompt answer--so prompt that Captain Leigh realized he had driven a fool's bargain which it was incumbent upon him to amend.
"That is, a hundred pound for myself," he corrected slowly.

"Then there be the crew to reckon for--to keep their counsel and lend a hand; 'twill mean another hundred at the least." Master Lionel considered a moment.

"It is more than I can lay my hands on at short notice.

But, look you, you shall have a hundred and fifty pounds in coin and the balance in jewels.