They'll dare do nothing to the women on the dhow--in British waters." "That's so," I agreed, not believing a word of it, any more than they.
One had to calm one's feelings somehow; the men were too weary to drive the canoes another mile at anything like speed.

Coutlass, who had heard every word of the argument, burst out into such yells of laughter that Fred threw a rock at him.

"Curse you, you ghoul!" Coutlass changed his tone from demoniacal delight to quieter, grim amusement.
"They will do nothing, eh?
It is I, Georges Coutlass, who need do nothing! I have my revenge by proxy! Wait and see!" Fred threw a second rock, and hit him squarely.
"Gassharamminy!" swore the Greek.

"Do you know that rock is harder than a man's head ?" Fred let the boys light a fire when the sun had risen high enough to make the little blaze not noticeable.

Most of the men were asleep, but though our eyes ached with the long vigil we could not have copied them.