I glanced across Beaucaire's extended body, and caught the eyes of McAfee.

The man lifted his hand.
"The leftenant has got this thing sized up about proper," he said gruffly.

"He's an army officer all right, fer I saw him back thar on the island, when we wus tied up at the dock.

Now look yere, boys, I'm fer hangin' both ov them cusses just as much as eny ov the rest ov yer--a bit more, I reckon, fer they stripped me ov my pile; along with Beaucaire, only I was easier ter strip--but, as the leftenant says, that ain't the p'int now.

What we want ter do is get back them bills o' sale, so them two young women won't be left with nuthin' ter live on.