But how about the poor captain there! Where does all his eloquence come in there?
He can't call it self-defence.

They were waiting ready to murder us all right behind that seven-year apple tree, as you saw.

I'm afraid the captain and the law between them are all that is necessary to cook the goose of our friend Henry P.Tobias, Jr., without any help from me--though, as the captain died for me, I should prefer they allowed me to make it a personal matter." And then I got on my feet, and went and looked at the captain's calm face.
"It's the beginning of the price," said Tom.
"The beginning of the price ?" "It's the dead hand," continued Tom; "I told you, you'll remember, that wherever treasure is there's a ghost of a dead man keeping guard, and waiting till another dead man comes along to take up sentry duty so to say." "That's what you said, Tom," I admitted.

"Several men have been killed, it's true, but no one's put his hand on the treasure." "All the worse for that!" replied Tom, shaking his head.

"These are only a beginning.