"We lie to." But Wolverstone interposed again.
"Hold there a moment, Jeremy!" he roared.

"Wait!" He swung back to face the Captain, who had placed a hand on is shoulder and was smiling, a trifle wistfully.
"Steady, Old Wolf! Steady!" Captain Blood admonished him.
"Steady, yourself, Peter.

Ye've gone mad! Will ye doom us all to hell out of tenderness for that cold slip of a girl ?" "Stop!" cried Blood in sudden fury.
But Wolverstone would not stop.

"It's the truth, you fool.

It's that cursed petticoat's making a coward of you.