It's for her that ye're afeard--and she, Colonel Bishop's niece! My God, man, ye'll have a mutiny aboard, and I'll lead it myself sooner than surrender to be hanged in Port Royal." Their glances met, sullen defiance braving dull anger, surprise, and pain.
"There is no question," said Blood, "of surrender for any man aboard save only myself.

If Bishop can report to England that I am taken and hanged, he will magnify himself and at the same time gratify his personal rancour against me.

That should satisfy him.

I'll send him a message offering to surrender aboard his ship, taking Miss Bishop and Lord Julian with me, but only on condition that the Arabella is allowed to proceed unharmed.

It's a bargain that he'll accept, if I know him at all." "It's a bargain he'll never be offered," retorted Wolverstone, and his earlier vehemence was as nothing to his vehemence now.