Thomson was looking towards him with a slight frown upon his forehead.
"Don't think I'm a fearful old woman," he said.

"I know we are all rather fed up with these tales of spies and that sort of thing, but do you think it's wise to even open your lips about a certain matter ?" "What the dickens do you know about it ?" Conyers demanded.
"Nothing," Thomson assured him hastily, "nothing at all.

I am only going by what you said yourself.

If there is any device on the _Scorpion_ for dealing with these infernal craft, I'd never breathe a word about it, if I were you.

I'd put out to sea with a seal upon my lips, even before Geraldine here and Miss Moreton." The young man's cheeks were a little flushed.
"Perhaps you're right," he admitted.