Open grumbling broke forth at the hardships which were endured, and at the prospect of the wholesale slaughter which would attend a storm when all hope of a successful resistance was at an end.
"I fear, Walter," Sir John said one morning, "that the end is at hand.
On all sides submission is spoken of, and all that I can say to keep up their spirits is useless.

Upon our own little band we can rely, but I doubt if outside them a single determined man is to be found in the town.

In vain do I speak of the arrival of Sir Walter Manny.

Nearly ninety days have elapsed since we sailed, and all hope of his coming is gone.

I point out to them that contrary winds have been blowing, and that at any moment he may arrive; but they will not hear me.