It will die." McTee sat down, loosened his shirt at the throat, and gaped upon Henshaw as a child might gape upon a magician.
"I don't blame you for taking a day to think over the temptation," smiled the old buccaneer.

"The gold I showed you would have tempted any man.

But I'm glad you came to me.

I expected you last night.

It took you a little longer to settle the details in your mind, eh ?" "Henshaw, I feel like a yellow dog!" "Come! Come! You're a man after my own heart.