As they had rounded the point, where they were hid from view, Abednego dropped overboard and swam ashore on the rising tide, making his way to the manor to warn Buonespoir.

On his way hither, stealing through the trees, he had passed a half-score of halberdiers making for the manor, and he had seen others going towards the shore.
Buonespoir looked to the priming of his pistols, and buckling his belt tightly about him, turned to the Seigneur and said: "I will take my chances with Abednego.

Where does she lie--the Honeyflower, Abednego ?" "Off the point called Verclut," answered the little man, who had travelled with Francis Drake.
"Good; we will make a run for it, flying dot-and-carry-one as we go." While they had been speaking the Seigneur had been thinking; and now, even as several figures appeared at a little distance in the trees, making towards the manor, he said, with a loud laugh: "No.

'Tis the way of a fool to put his head between the door and the jamb.

'Tis but a hundred yards to safety.