And if you'll take my advice, sir, you'll not hunt me again.
I think I am unlucky to you.

Get you home to Spain, Don Miguel, and to concerns that you understand better than this trade of the sea." For a long moment the defeated Admiral continued to stare his hatred in silence, then, still without speaking, he went down the companion, staggering like a drunken man, his useless rapier clattering behind him.
His conqueror, who had not even troubled to disarm him, watched him go, then turned and faced those two immediately above him on the poop.

Lord Julian might have observed, had he been less taken up with other things, that the fellow seemed suddenly to stiffen, and that he turned pale under his deep tan.

A moment he stood at gaze; then suddenly and swiftly he came up the steps.

Lord Julian stood forward to meet him.
"Ye don't mean, sir, that you'll let that Spanish scoundrel go free ?" he cried.
The gentleman in the black corselet appeared to become aware of his lordship for the first time.
"And who the devil may you be ?" he asked, with a marked Irish accent.
"And what business may it be of yours, at all ?" His lordship conceived that the fellow's truculence and utter lack of proper deference must be corrected.