Thank you, doctor." And before the admiring commander could prevent her, she modestly swept out of the cuddy.
"She's a fine piece of goods, eh ?" asked Blunt, watching her.

"A spice o' the devil in her, too." Old Pine took a huge pinch of snuff.
"Devil! I tell you what it is, Blunt.

I don't know where Vickers picked her up, but I'd rather trust my life with the worst of those ruffians 'tween decks, than in her keeping, if I'd done her an injury." Blunt laughed.
"I don't believe she'd think much of sticking a man, either!" he said, rising.

"But I must go on deck, doctor." Pine followed him more slowly.
"I don't pretend to know much about women," he said to himself, "but that girl's got a story of her own, or I'm much mistaken.

What brings her on board this ship as lady's-maid is more than I can fathom." And as, sticking his pipe between his teeth, he walked down the now deserted deck to the main hatchway, and turned to watch the white figure gliding up and down the poop-deck, he saw it joined by another and a darker one, he muttered, "She's after no good, I'll swear." At that moment his arm was touched by a soldier in undress uniform, who had come up the hatchway.