"Really, that's a poor offering for your captain, isn't it? A slip of a girl? Even a feisty one? But, Murdoch, don't you know what I am? You could drag her off and I could walk away. What will you have given him? Two. But two aren't enough. You need others to come, right? He's hungry, your captain.
You keep her and what? They're already getting suspicious. If we don't go back they're going to figure it out." Of course, he knew they were dumb enough to come trooping over. They were probably already rowing across the lake. Dumbasses. But did Murdoch know that?