You, sir, take your blue coat off this deck or you'll bring trouble upon us.
The Lord will look after His own if they'll only keep from foolishness.
Get these hatches off, Tomlinson.

So! Where's Jim Sturt and Hiram Jefferson?
Let them stand by to clap them on again when I whistle.
Starboard! Starboard! Keep her as full as she'll draw.

Now, Amos, and you, Tomlinson, come here until I have a word with you." The three stood in consultation upon the poop, glancing back at their pursuers.

There could be no doubt that the wind was freshening; it blew briskly in their faces as they looked back, but it was not steady yet, and the boat was rapidly overhauling them.

Already they could see the faces of the marines who sat in the stern, and the gleam of the lighted linstock which the gunner held in his hand.
"_Hola!_" cried an officer in excellent English.