Their confidence in the captain's prowess and easy victory was sufficient assurance.

They were not to be blamed for the belief, as their leader's cutlass was heavy and his opponent was only a youth.

The captain was of the same opinion and his mood became light and gay.
"I don't intend to kill you, Peter," he said, "but a goodly cut or two will let out some of your impertinent blood." "Thanks, captain, for so much saving grace, because I like to live.

I make you the same promise.

I don't want your death on my hands, but there is poison in the veins of a man who is willing to be a slaver.