"They are in jest a fit mood to kill ye.

The rum has put the Old Nick in 'em." "You can't come on board, and that settles it," roared Jack Lesher, drawing a pistol.

"Keep your distance." "Yes, keep your distance," added Baxter, and also showed a firearm.
"This is a fine way to treat us, after what we did for you," said Dick.

"But, wait, Baxter, the end is not yet." "Bah! I am not afraid," said the bully.

"These men are all my friends, and we know exactly what we are doing." "Do you expect to remain on the wreck ?" asked the captain, after a moment of silence.
"That is our business," answered Lesher.
"I think you will find that you are making a great mistake, men, to follow Lesher when you ought to follow me.