See it manned for me." "Ye're going to deliver yourself into Bishop's hands," Pitt warned him.
"Well, well, maybe he'll not find me quite so easy to grasp as he imagines.

There's a thorn or two left on me." And with a laugh Blood departed to his cabin.
Jeremy Pitt answered the laugh with an oath.

A moment he stood irresolute where Blood had left him.

Then slowly, reluctance dragging at his feet, he went down the companion to give the order for the cock-boat.
"If anything should happen to you, Peter," he said, as Blood was going over the side, "Colonel Bishop had better look to himself.

These fifty lads may be lukewarm at present, as you say, but--sink me!--they'll be anything but lukewarm if there's a breach of faith." "And what should be happening to me, Jeremy?
Sure, now, I'll be back for dinner, so I will." Blood climbed down into the waiting boat.