"Good-by, lad: if you serve the king as well as you have served me, he'll have reason to be proud of you." Gascoyne turned on his heel, and the man slunk into the boat with an aspect very unlike that of a bold British seaman.
"Here is another man I want," said Montague, laying his hand on the shoulder of John Bumpus.
"I trust, sir, that you will not take that man," said Gascoyne, earnestly.

"I cannot afford to lose him; I would rather you should take any three of the others." "Your liberality leads me to think that you could without much difficulty supply the place of the men I take: but three are too many.

I shall be satisfied with this one.

Go into the boat, my lad." Poor John Bumpus, whose heart had been captivated by the beauties of the island, obeyed the order with a rueful countenance; and Gascoyne bit his lip and turned aside to conceal his anger.

In two minutes more the boat was rowed away from the schooner's side.
Not a word was spoken by any one in the boat until a mile had separated it from the schooner.