Go 'way--shoo!" But Mr.Sturge was not to be disembodied so easily.

On the contrary, as the vessel lurched, he sat down suddenly with a material thud and clash of handcuffs upon the poultry-coop, nor was sooner haled to his feet by the strong arm of Mr.Adams than he struck an attitude and opened on the Captain in his finest baritone.
"'Look,' say'st thou?
Ay, then, look! Nay, gloat if thou wilt, tyrant--miscreant shall I say ?--in human form! Yielding, if I may quote my friend here"-- Mr.Sturge laid both handcuffed hands on the shoulder of Bill Adams--"yielding to none, I say, in my admiration of Britain's Navy, I hold myself free to protest against the lawlessness of its minions.

I say deliberately, sir, its minions.

My name, sir, is Orlando B.Sturge.

If that conveys aught to such an intelligence as yours, you will at once turn this vessel round and convey us back to Plymouth with even more expedition than you brought us hither." Captain Crang fell back and caught at the mizzen shrouds.
"Was I so bad as all that ?" he stammered, as Ben Jope, believing him attacked by apoplexy, rushed up the poop-ladder and bent over him.
"Lor' bless you, sir," said Mr.Jope, "the best of us may be mistaken at times.