Now, I may conquer or I may fail----" "Never!--never!" said the captain.

"I wouldn't give a pair of old boots for that fine Spaniard's chance when you get at him.

Why, you will crimp him like a cod-fish!" "God knows!" answered Peter.

"If I win, my wife and I make our adieux to their Majesties, and ride away to the quay, where the boat will be waiting, and you will row us on board the _Margaret_.

If I fail, you will take up my body, and, accompanied by my widow, bring it in the same fashion on board the _Margaret_, for I shall give it out that in this case I wish to be embalmed in wine and taken back to England for burial.
In either event, you will drop your ship a little way down the river round the bend, so that folk may think that you have sailed.