Ah, look at that!" The blot of smoke had suddenly grown larger, and it was very black.
"I'll beat you out, though, brother mine," he chuckled.

"I'll beat you out, and I hope you no worse than that you rack your old engines into scrap." When we hove to, a hasty though orderly confusion reigned.

The boats came aboard from every side at once.

As fast as the prisoners came over the rail they were marshalled forward to the forecastle by our hunters, while our sailors hoisted in the boats, pell-mell, dropping them anywhere upon the deck and not stopping to lash them.

We were already under way, all sails set and drawing, and the sheets being slacked off for a wind abeam, as the last boat lifted clear of the water and swung in the tackles.
There was need for haste.