I swear that you shall be paid the sum I've named the moment you set me ashore again in England.
Is that enough for you?
Then cut me these bonds, and let us make an end of my present condition." "Faith, I am glad to deal with so sensible a man! Ye take it in the proper spirit.

Ye see that what I ha' done I ha' but done in the way of my calling, that I am but a tool, and that what blame there be belongs to them which hired me to this deed." "Aye, ye're but a tool--a dirty tool, whetted with gold; no more.

'Tis admitted.

Cut me these bonds, a God's name! I'm weary o' being trussed like a capon." The captain drew his knife, crossed to Sir Oliver's side and slashed his bonds away without further word.

Sir Oliver stood up so suddenly that he smote his head against the low ceiling of the cabin, and so sat down again at once.