You must come as you stand.

I won't have that poor woman tormented.

I will see to it that you are not separated for long.

Trust me!" Willems shivered, then smiled in the darkness.
"No fear of that," he muttered, enigmatically.

"I trust you implicitly, Captain Lingard," he added, in a louder tone.
Lingard led the way down the steps, swinging the lamp and speaking over his shoulder.
"It is the second time, Willems, I take you in hand.