Just helps himself to what he wants like a highwayman, and then sheers off and looks out for another.

Rare pickings he must have had among some of those fat East Indiamen.

Here's to our falling in with him!" and we clicked our mugs on that right hopefully.
"What weight do we carry ?" I asked, in view of the Frenchman's heavy guns, our own not being yet mounted.
"Four eighteens a-side, and one twenty-four forward and one aft.

There'll be some chips flying if we meet him, but we'll do our best to close his fist and stop his grabbing.

You're wanting to get back?
Come over day after to-morrow and give me a hand.