She'll have one of them, you see if she don't, though she look to have the worst of it, till you comes to understand.

The Leader her name is, of thirty-eight guns, and she'll lead one of they into Portsmouth, to refit." It was hard to understand the matter, in its present aspect, at all as the ancient sailor did; for the fire of the Leda ceased suddenly, and she fell behind the others, as if hampered with her canvas.

A thrill of pain ran through all the gazing Britons.
"How now, old Navy-Mike ?" cried the lobster man.

"Strike is the word, and no mistake.

And small blame to her either.