Strives-with-God:
Friend. My business with Your Man is concluded.
If 'tis all the same, I might bob off now.
I confess I feel peaky. Could you do a few hours' kip?
O'Neil:
Do not address me as 'friend' and do not speak to me directly again.
Otherwise I'll turn you into a frog.
You may still catch your quarry single-handed.
There, now you're a soldier.
I am no soldier.
Will he find you running away?
He will not, sir.
Not this time.
You think there was...
You think there was Treasure in this field?
The treasure is here between us, is it not, friend?
Huh!
A pretty sentiment.
But you will no doubt starve on your own.
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