When we ran your boat down, all your own fault, too, Miguel jumped overboard, and he didn't dream that the lad he was risking his life to save was his old chum.

Oh, 'twas a pretty reunion! And now, Peter, thank Miguel for bringing you back to life and to us." A singular spirit seized Robert.

He saw that he was at the mercy of these men, who utterly without scruple wished for some reason to hold him.

He could be a player too, and perhaps more was to be won by being a player.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I was tempted by the follies of the land, and I've had enough of 'em.

If you'll overlook it and let the past be buried, captain, you'll have no better seaman than Peter Smith.
You've always been a just but kind man, and so I throw myself on your mercy." The captain and Miguel exchanged astonished glances.
"I know you'll do it, captain," Robert went on in his most winning tones, "because, as I've just said, you've always been a kind man, especially kind to me.