My record as an incorrigible was in my favour, and soon they began to talk.
As I lay there and listened, for the first time I learned of the break that had been a-hatching.

"Who had squealed ?" was their one quest, and throughout the night the quest was pursued.

The quest for Cecil Winwood was vain, and the suspicion against him was general.
"There's only one thing, lads," Skysail Jack finally said.

"It'll soon be morning, and then they'll take us out and give us bloody hell.

We were caught dead to rights with our clothes on.