The tawny hair waved carelessly in the wind.

He carried no weapon, but leaned with both hands heavily on the rail, like a man wounded, and his face, when he turned it, was pale.

There was a grim smile on his lips as he watched the panic- stricken sailors hauling off their ship; and once he turned and looked up, not at me, but at where I had been.
"Fire!" shouted the men at my side, "or we strike." I dropped the gun into the waves below, and with a mighty lump in my throat, whipped out my knife and waited for what should follow.
They fell back amazed at my madness, and, while they consulted what to do with me, I took my chance to grip the first of them by the throat and swing him off his perch.
At that moment a shrill whistle came up from below.
"You are wanted on deck, comrade," said I; "will you go down by the mast, or a shorter way ?" "The mast," he gasped.
So I had my way, and we all went below together.
The English captain--one Admiral Winter--swore roundly when he saw me; and, when he heard my story, said he had bellies enough to fill without a great hulk of a fellow like me to eat more.

And he promised me, if he caught me idle at my work, he would trip me by the heels himself.
Whereat I thanked him and went forward.
But I was in doleful dumps.

For I had lost my friend--perhaps for ever.
"Come, haul away, land lubber that thou art," cried a voice at my side.
Looking round, whom should I see but that same Will Peake, the mercer's man of London Bridge, with whom I had had so many a merry bout in times past.
He was too busy just then to do aught but grin in my face and bid me haul away.