For ten years everything that White Henshaw has looked at turned into gold.
I know! All that gold he's got in that safe--you can lay to that." He turned to the sailor who had first raised the question: "Money?
You'll have your share of the loot--if you can carry it!" They drew in their breath as if they were drinking.
Hovey continued: "Now, lads, I know you're gettin' excited and impatient.

That's why I've got you together.

You've got to wait.

And until I give the word, you've got to keep your eyes on the deck an' run every time one of the mates of White Henshaw--damn his heart!--gives the word.

Why?
Because one wrong word--one queer look--will tip off the skipper that something's wrong, and once he gets suspicious, you can lay to it that he'll find out what we're plannin'.