We'll neither sink nor hang whiles we can help it." From the three or four score men massed below in the waist came a rumble of approval.

Captain Blood's glance raked the ranks of those resolute, fierce-eyed fellows, then it came to rest again on Ogle.

There was here quite plainly a vague threat, a mutinous spirit he could not understand.
"You come to give advice, then, do you ?" quoth he, relenting nothing of his sternness.
"That's it, Captain; advice.

That girl, there." He flung out a bare arm to point to her.

"Bishop's girl; the Governor of Jamaica's niece....