A crowd assembled; other sailors came up: the odds were against me.

I slept that night in prison; and in a few weeks afterwards I was sent to the galleys.

They spared my life, because the old Frenchman politely averred that I had made my crew spare his.

You may believe that the oar and the chain were not to my taste.

I and two others escaped; they took to the road, and have, no doubt, been long since broken on the wheel.