It was a wild hazard, but it was my only hope.

At this time I was feeling pretty courageous.

For one thing I had Henriques' pistol close to my leg, and for another I still thrilled with the satisfaction of having smitten his face.
I took the rubies, and stowed them below my shirt and next my skin.

I remember taking stock of my equipment and laughing at the humour of it.
One of the heels was almost twisted off my boots, and my shirt and breeches were old at the best and ragged from hard usage.

The whole outfit would have been dear at five shillings, or seven-and-six with the belt thrown in.