"See how the blood rips from your bassinet." "My place is by the flag," cried Alleyne, vainly struggling to break from the other's hold.
"Bide here, man.

You would need wings ere you could reach Sir Nigel's side." The vessels were indeed so far apart now that the Genoese could use the full sweep of their oars, and draw away rapidly from the cog.
"My God, but it is a noble fight!" shouted big John, clapping his hands.

"They have cleared the poop, and they spring into the waist.

Well struck, my lord! Well struck, Aylward! See to Black Simon, how he storms among the shipmen! But this Spade-beard is a gallant warrior.

He rallies his men upon the forecastle.