"I will shoot him." "I say you shall not," rejoined Fawkes.

"His hour is not yet come." "What are you talking about, my masters ?" demanded the Earl, who was shivering in his wet garments.
"Nothing," replied Catesby, hastily.

"I will throw him overboard," he whispered to Fawkes.
"Again I say, you shall not," replied the latter.
"I see what you are afraid of," cried the Earl.

"You are smugglers.

You have got some casks of distilled waters on board, and are afraid I may report you.