'Tis better to make all safe; and now, strong arms, and good luck.

Go to your task, and if one fails me, it will mean the lash at the mast-butt." They moved off one by one, Estada leading, along the narrow strip of sand, five of them, on their mission of murder.

The leader remained alone, his back toward where I crouched, his eyes following their vanishing figures, until the night had swallowed them..