The other Frenchman, who was close to him, made a rapid descent into the cabin.
"That was well meant, anyhow," observed Roberts, looking at the dead body; "but it wasn't meant for him.

Shall I toss him overboard ?" "No, no--let him lie.

If they capture us, they will perceive it was their own doing." "Well, then, I'll only haul him into the lee-scuppers, out of the way." Another shot from the privateer passed through the cabin windows, and went forward into the hold.

The French prisoner ran on deck with as much haste as before he had run below.
"Ay, it will be your turn next, my cock," cried Roberts, who had been removing the body to the gunnel.

"Now, let me try my luck again," and he hastened to his gun.