The reply put a check upon Griffin's zeal, however, though the discourse did not the less proceed.
"Well, sir," the lieutenant answered, "I'm sure we are all as anxious as you can be, to avert this affair from our ship.

'Twas but the other day we were boasting in the gun-room, to some of the Lapwing's officers that were on a visit here, that the Proserpine never had an execution or a court-martial flogging on board her, though she had now been under the British ensign near four years, and had been seven times under fire." "God send, Griffin, that Clinch find the admiral, and get back in time!" "How would it do, sir, to send the vice-governatore to try the prisoner; perhaps _he_ might persuade him to _seem_ to consent--or some such thing, you know, sir, as might justify a delay.

They say the Corsicans are the keenest-witted fellows in all these seas; and Elba is so near to Corsica, that one cannot fancy there is much difference between their people." "Aye, your veechy is a regular witch! He made out so well in his first interview with Yvard, that no one can doubt his ability to overlay him in another!" "One never knows, Captain Cuffe.

The Italian has more resources than most men; and the Signor Barrofaldi is a discreet, sensible man, when he acts with his eyes open.

Le Feu-Follet has cheated others besides the vice-governatore and the podesta." "Aye, these d--d Jack-o'-Lanterns are never to be trusted.