"To be sure, here is the Colonel safe and sound.

And out yonder is Captain Blood, also safe and sound, to begin his piratical ravages all over again." "I do not propose to discuss the reasons with you, Major Mallard." "And, anyway, it's not for long," growled the Colonel, finding speech at last.

"No, by....." He emphasized the assurance by an unprintable oath.
"If I spend the last shilling of my fortune and the last ship of the Jamaica fleet, I'll have that rascal in a hempen necktie before I rest.
And I'll not be long about it." He had empurpled in his angry vehemence, and the veins of his forehead stood out like whipcord.

Then he checked.
"You did well to follow Lord Julian's instructions," he commended the Major.

With that he turned from him, and took his lordship by the arm.
"Come, my lord.