Then he bade them hoist more sail, all that she could carry, and looked grimly at the two galleys lurking like deerhounds in a pass, that hung on their oars in the strait channel, with the tumbling breakers on either side, through which no ship could sail.

"What will you do ?" asked Peter.

"Master Peter," he answered between his teeth, "when you fought the Spaniard yesterday I did not ask you what _you_ were going to do.

Hold your tongue, and leave me to my own trade." The _Margaret_ was a swift ship, but never yet had she moved so swiftly.

Behind her shrilled the gale, for now it was no less.