Then, you are bringing four of your own people with you, and they tell me some of them are to be berthed forward. Why not give them the berths here beside the cabin?—second point.” “Any more?” asked Mr. Trelawney. “One more,” said the captain. “There’s been too much blabbing already.” “Far too much,” agreed the doctor. “I’ll tell you what I’ve heard myself,” continued Captain Smollett: “that you have a map of an island, that there’s crosses on the map to show where treasure is, and that the island lies—” And then he named the latitude and longitude exactly. “I never told that,” cried the squire, “to a soul!” “The hands know it, sir,” returned the captain. “Livesey, that must have been you or Hawkins,” cried the squire. “It doesn’t much matter who it was,” replied the doctor. And I could see that neither he nor the captain paid much regard to Mr. Trelawney’s protestations. Neither did I, to be sure, he was so loose a talker; yet in this case I believe he was really right and that nobody had told the situation of the island. “Well, gentlemen,” continued the captain, “I don’t know who has this map; but I make it a point, it shall be kept secret even from me and Mr. Arrow. Otherwise I would ask you to let me resign.” “I see,” said the doctor.