Faith, what a buzzing swarm of mosquitoes! I had no idea there were that many planes on the Azores International Air Board station!" "There are many things you have no idea of, Major," replied the Master, sharply.

"That, however, is immaterial.

Yes, here come the fringes of attack, all right enough.

I estimate forty or fifty in sight, already; and there must be a few hundred back of those, between here and land, north and south.

Technically, we're pirates, you know." "Pirates ?" demanded the major, lowering his glass.
The Master nodded.
"Yes," he answered.