Somebody was expected at Beaver Island with powder and balls and guns.

Well, he had a certain quantity of these materials aboard his sloop, and if he could make an agreeable bargain-- The old man interrupted the plan that was slowly forming itself in Captain Plum's puzzled brain.
"It's the price, eh ?" He laughed shrewdly.

"You want to see the color of the gold before you land the goods.

I'll show it to you.

I'll pay you the whole sum to-night.