"For I hold that we're in no case to fight against such odds." "The odds be damned!" Wolverstone thrust out his heavy jowl.

"We're used to odds.

The odds was heavier at Maracaybo; yet we won out, and took three ships.

They was heavier yesterday when we engaged Don Miguel." "Aye--but those were Spaniards." "And what better are these ?--Are ye afeard of a lubberly Barbados planter?
Whatever ails you, Peter?
I've never known ye scared afore." A gun boomed out behind them.
"That'll be the signal to lie to," said Blood, in the same listless voice; and he fetched a sigh.
Wolverstone squared himself defiantly before his captain "I'll see Colonel Bishop in hell or ever I lies to for him." And he spat, presumably for purposes of emphasis.
His lordship intervened.
"Oh, but--by your leave--surely there is nothing to be apprehended from Colonel Bishop.

Considering the service you have rendered to his niece and to me...." Wolverstone's horse-laugh interrupted him.