The unknown knight was so sensible of the seasonable interposition, that, riding up to our hero, "Brother," said he, "this is the second time you have holp me off, when I was bump ashore .-- Bess Mizzen, I must say, is no more than a leaky bum-boat, in comparison of the glorious galley you want to man.

I desire that henceforth we may cruise in the same latitudes, brother; and I'll be d--ned if I don't stand by you as long as I have a stick standing, or can carry a rag of canvas." By this address our knight recognised the novice Captain Crowe, who had found means to accommodate himself with a very strange suit of armour.
By way of helmet, he wore one of the caps used by the light horse, with straps buckled under his chin, and contrived in such a manner as to conceal his whole visage, except the eyes.

Instead of cuirass, mail, greaves, and other pieces of complete armour, he was cased in a postillion's leathern jerkin, covered with thin plates of tinned iron.
His buckler was a potlid, his lance a hop-pole shod with iron, and a basket-hilt broadsword, like that of Hudibras, depended by a broad buff belt, that girded his middle.

His feet were defended by jack-boots, and his hands by the gloves of a trooper.

Sir Launcelot would not lose time in examining particulars, as he perceived some mischief had been done, and that the enemy had rallied at a distance; he therefore commanded Crowe to follow him, and rode off with great expedition; but he did not perceive his squire was taken prisoner; nor did the captain recollect that his nephew, Tom Clarke, had been disabled and secured in the beginning of the fray.