"I have five hundred golden guineas, the legacy of my father; and to that my mother added another hundred, to fit me out with all things needful for my travels, which things could not well be purchased in Essex.

Now Captain Jack bid me at once hand over to you my money, which, he said, would melt in my pocket like snow, if it were not filched away by thieves and rogues.

He bid me place one hundred guineas with you for my board and outfit, and trust that you would do honestly by me; and the rest was to be put into your keeping, to be doled out to me as I should have need.

It seems a strange thing to be taking the counsel of a highway robber in such matters.

But I like you, Master Cale; and I am just wise enough to know that my guineas would not long remain mine were I to walk the streets with them.