Say then, master, what shall we do?
In five more minutes the Spaniard will be across our bows again.

Shall we run her down, which will be easy, and take our chance of picking up the women, or shall we let them be taken captive to Granada and give up the chase ?" "Never," said Peter.

"There is another thing that we can do--follow them into the bay, and attack them there on shore." "To find ourselves among hundreds of the Spaniards, and have our throats cut," answered Smith, the captain, coolly.
"If we ran them down," asked Castell, who had been thinking deeply all this while, "should we not sink also ?" "It might be so," answered Smith; "but we are built of English oak, and very stout forward, and I think not.

But she would sink at once, being near to it already, and the odds are that the women are locked in the cabin or between decks out of reach of the arrows, and must go with her." "There is another plan," said Peter sternly, "and that is to grapple with her and board her, and this I will do." The captain, a stout man with a flat face that never changed, lifted his eyebrows, which was his only way of showing surprise.
"What!" he said.

"In this sea?
I have fought in some wars, but never have I known such a thing." "Then, friend, you shall know it now, if I can but find a dozen men to follow me," answered Peter with a savage laugh.