"Cut the halliard! Haul her over! Lay her two courses to the wind!" Over swung the great boom, and the cog trembled and quivered within five spear-lengths of the breakers.
"She can scarce draw clear," cried Hawtayne, with his eyes from the sail to the seething line of foam.

"May the holy Julian stand by us and the thrice-sainted Christopher!" "If there be such peril, Sir Oliver," quoth Sir Nigel, "it would be very knightly and fitting that we should show our pennons.

I pray you.
Edricson, that you will command my guidon-bearer to put forward my banner." "And sound the trumpets!" cried Sir Oliver.

"In manus tuas, Domine! I am in the keeping of James of Compostella, to whose shrine I shall make pilgrimage, and in whose honor I vow that I will eat a carp each year upon his feast-day.

Mon Dieu, but the waves roar! How is it with us now, master-shipman ?" "We draw! We draw!" cried Hawtayne, with his eyes still fixed upon the foam which hissed under the very bulge of the side.