Then a tall man, with a body full of corners, and a face of grim temper, stood in the doorway.
"Well, well, captain, now!" cried Stephen Anerley, getting up after waiting to be spoken to, "the breath of us all is hard to get, with doing of our duty, Sir.

Come ye in, and sit doon to table, and his Majesty's forces along o' ye." "Cadman, Ellis, and Dick, be damned!" the lieutenant shouted out to them; "you shall have all the victuals you want, by-and-by.

Cross legs, and get your winds up.

Captain of the coast-defense, I am under your orders, in your own house." Carroway was starving, as only a man with long and active jaws can starve; and now the appearance of the farmer's mouth, half full of a kindly relish, made the emptiness of his own more bitter.

But happen what might, he resolved, as usual, to enforce strict discipline, to feed himself first, and his men in proper order.
"Walk in gentlemen, all walk in," Master Anerley shouted, as if all men were alike, and coming to the door with a hospitable stride; "glad to see all of ye, upon my soul I am.