I think, good master-shipman, that you and I may win great honor in this matter, and I can see very readily that you are a brave and stout man." "I like it not," said the other sturdily.

"In God's name, I like it not.
And yet Goodwin Hawtayne is not the man to stand back when his fellows are for pressing forward.

By my soul! be it sink or swim, I shall turn her beak into Freshwater Bay, and if good Master Witherton, of Southampton, like not my handling of his ship then he may find another master-shipman." They were close by the old north gate of the little town, and Alleyne, half turning in his saddle, looked back at the motley crowd who followed.

The bowmen and men-at-arms had broken their ranks and were intermingled with the fishermen and citizens, whose laughing faces and hearty gestures bespoke the weight of care from which this welcome arrival had relieved them.

Here and there among the moving throng of dark jerkins and of white surcoats were scattered dashes of scarlet and blue, the whimples or shawls of the women.