We've but to spy the chance when the Jamaica fleet is away.

There's enough plunder in the town to tempt the lads, and there's the wench for you.

Shall I sound them on 't ?" Blood was on his feet, his eyes blazing, his livid face distorted.
"Ye'll leave my cabin this minute, so ye will, or, by Heaven, it's your corpse'll be carried out of it.

Ye mangy hound, d'ye dare come to me with such proposals ?" He fell to cursing his faithful officer with a virulence the like of which he had never yet been known to use.

And Wolverstone, in terror before that fury, went out without another word.