He was the mere master of a sailing vessel who counted for nothing in this hierarchy of warlike men.
He now began to understand why they had given him the command of the little vessel.

The count was in possession of the situation.

Ferragut saw him approaching as though he had suddenly recollected him, stretching out his right hand with the affability of a comrade.
"Many thanks, Captain.

This service is of the kind that is not easily forgotten.

Perhaps we shall never see each other again....