I wonder whether the fellows are dead." "The padrone is, at all events," replied Jack.

"It was as much as I could do to get my legs from under him--but we'll wait till daylight before we see to that--in the meantime, I'll load the pistols again." "The day is breaking now--it will be light in half an hour or less.
What a devil of a spree, Jack!" "Yes, but how can one help it?
We ran away because two men are wounded--and now we are obliged to kill four in self-defence." "Yes, but that is not the end of it; when we get to Sicily what are we to do?
we shall be imprisoned by the authorities--perhaps hung." "We'll argue that point with them," replied Jack.
"We had better argue the point between ourselves, Jack, and see what will be the best plan to get out of our scrape." "I think that we just have got out of it--never fear but we'll get out of the next.

Do you know, Gascoigne, it appears to me very odd, but I can do nothing but there's a bobbery at the bottom of it." "You certainly have a great talent that way, Jack.

Don't I hear one of those poor fellows groan ?" "I should think that not impossible." "What shall we do with them ?" "We will argue that point, Ned--we must either keep their bodies, or we must throw them overboard.

Either tell the whole story, or say nothing about it." "That's very evident; in short, we must do something, for your argument goes no further.