I said good-humouredly that I welcomed process of law, and would defend my action.

He shook his head, and said something about law not being everything, and England being a long road off.

He had clearly some great threat to be delivered of, but just then he sat down so heavily that he had no breath for anything but curses.
But the drunkard had given me a notion.

I hurried home and gave instructions to my men to keep a special guard on the store.

Then I set off in a pinnace to find my three ships, which were now lading up and down among the creeks.
That was the beginning of a fortnight's struggle, when every man's hand was against me, and I enjoyed myself surprisingly.