"Twice have we come scathless out of peril, and now for the third time I commend me to the blessed James of Compostella, to whom I vow----" "Nay, nay, old friend," whispered Sir Nigel.

"You are like to bring a judgment upon us with these vows, which no living man could accomplish.
Have I not already heard you vow to eat two carp in one day, and now you would venture upon a third ?" "I pray you that you will order the Company to lie down," cried Hawtayne, who had taken the tiller and was gazing ahead with a fixed eye.

"In three minutes we shall either be lost or in safety." Archers and seamen lay flat upon the deck, waiting in stolid silence for whatever fate might come.

Hawtayne bent his weight upon the tiller, and crouched to see under the bellying sail.

Sir Oliver and Sir Nigel stood erect with hands crossed in front of the poop.