My badge is the oak.

Do ye see my sword?
It has slashed the heads off mair Whigamores than you have toes upon your feet.

Call up your vermin to your back, sir, and fall on! The sooner the clash begins, the sooner ye'll taste this steel throughout your vitals." The captain said nothing to Alan, but he looked over at me with an ugly look.

"David," said he, "I'll mind this;" and the sound of his voice went through me with a jar.
Next moment he was gone.
"And now," said Alan, "let your hand keep your head, for the grip is coming." Alan drew a dirk, which he held in his left hand in case they should run in under his sword.

I, on my part, clambered up into the berth with an armful of pistols and something of a heavy heart, and set open the window where I was to watch.