JUNGLE ISLAND AGAIN
One was Schneider, mate of the Kincaid, and the other was a seaman named Schmidt.
"I think we can do it, Schmidt," Schneider was saying. "A good canoe wouldn't be hard to build, and three of us could paddle it to the mainland in a day if the wind was right and the sea reasonably calm. There aint no use waiting for the men to build a big enough boat to take the whole party, for they're sore now and sick of working like slaves all day long. It aint none of our business anyway to save the Englishman. Let him look out for himself, says I." He paused for a moment, and then eyeing the other to note the effect of his next words, he continued, "But we might take the woman. It would be a shame to leave a nice-lookin' piece like she is in such a Gott-forsaken hole as this here island."
Schmidt looked up and grinned.
"So that's how she's blowin' is it?" he asked. "Why didn't you say so in the first place? Wot's in it for me if I help you?"
"She ought to pay us well to get her back to civilization," explained Schneider, "an' I tell you what I'll do, I'll just whack up with the two men that helps me. I'll take half an' they can divide the other half—you an' whoever the other bloke
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