When I sail, they sail; when I remain ashore, they remain ashore.

I'll find plenty for them to do right here on the plantation.

You've seen them clearing bush, each of them worth half a dozen of your cannibals." So it was that Joan stood beside Sheldon and sighed as she watched the _Martha_ beating out to sea, old Kinross, brought over from Savo, in command.
"Kinross is an old fossil," she said, with a touch of bitterness in her voice.

"Oh, he'll never wreck her through rashness, rest assured of that; but he's timid to childishness, and timid skippers lose just as many vessels as rash ones.

Some day, Kinross will lose the _Martha_ because there'll be only one chance and he'll be afraid to take it.