We saved all we could." "I beg your pardon; I might have known," cried the captain warmly.
"Come to my cabin.

Mr Reardon, be careful with those prisoners; they are savage brutes." "Enough to make 'em, Gnat.

Look! What a shame!" I looked, but I could not see any reason for Smith's remark.
"Beg pardon, sir," growled one of the men, who had a bandage round his arm; "you wouldn't ha' said so if you'd been there.

They was all alike.
The junk we took was burning like fat in a frying-pan, and me and my mate see one o' them chaps going to be roasted, and made a run for it and hauled him away--singed my beard, it did; look, sir." Half of his beard was burned off, and his cheek scorched.
"Then my mate gets hold of his legs, and I was stooping to get my fists under his chest, when he whips his knife into my arm 'fore I knowed what he was up to.

But we saved him all the same." "Here," cried Mr Reardon, as the marines descended from the third boat, and stood at attention in two parties facing each other; "who was answerable for this?
Why, it is an outrage.