He laid a finger upon Master Lionel's velvet doublet in line with that false heart of his.
"I am your man," said he.

"But the risk is great.

Yet ye say that ye'ld give a deal...." "Yourself shall name the price," said Lionel quickly, his eyes burning feverishly, his cheeks white.
"Oh I can contrive it, never fear," said the captain.

"I know to a nicety what you require.

How say you now: if I was to carry him overseas to the plantations where they lack toilers of just such thews as his ?" He lowered his voice and spoke with some slight hesitation, fearing that he proposed perhaps more than his prospective employer might desire.
"He might return," was the answer that dispelled all doubts on that score.
"Ah!" said the skipper.