"All together you will get the gold.

It is no matter what one English do, the other absolve for gold.

A buccaneer, a stealer of women--no, it is no matter! All English--all together! But I am French--I am the dirt--I am for the scuppers.

Bah! I will have the same as Bucklaw--you see ?" "You will have the irons, fellow!" Phips roared.
A knife flashed in the air, and Bucklaw's pistol was out at the same instant.

The knife caught Bucklaw in the throat and he staggered against the table like a stuck pig, the bullet hit Radisson in the chest and he fell back against the wall, his pistol dropping from his hand.