I'm fer a division, an gettin' out with our lives--what say yer ?" There was a chorus of approval sufficient in volume to satisfy me, and I accepted this as a decision.
"All right, lads," I said briefly.

"In my judgment your choice is a wise one.

I'll have an observation as soon as the fog clears and we'll head in for the Cape." "When do we divide the swag ?" "Fifty miles off the coast.

That's fair enough, isn't it?
And my share goes to you." There was a straggling cheer, but I broke it up with a sharp order.
"Now stand by for work, all of you.

Watkins and Carter I want you aft.".