'Walawa,' thought I, 'mad master, sober man'-- so away forward to the archers.
Harrow and alas! but they were worse than the others." "Would they not help you then ?" "Nay, they sat tway and tway at a board, him that they call Aylward and the great red-headed man who snapped the Norman's arm-bone, and the black man from Norwich, and a score of others, rattling their dice in an archer's gauntlet for want of a box.

'The ship can scarce last much longer, my masters,' quoth I.'That is your business, old swine's-head,' cried the black galliard.

'Le diable t'emporte,' says Aylward.

'A five, a four and the main,' shouted the big man, with a voice like the flap of a sail.

Hark to them now, young sir, and say if I speak not sooth." As he spoke, there sounded high above the shriek of the gale and the straining of the timbers a gust of oaths with a roar of deep-chested mirth from the gamblers in the forecastle.
"Can I be of avail ?" asked Alleyne.