"Get across to Peter Port, Phil, and rouse them there, and stop their going." But she only said it to get me away out of danger, and I knew it.
"Peter Port can wait the news, and Torode can wait his dues.

I am not going till I take you with me, Carette." "They will kill you!" she cried, and let go my hands to wring her own.
"Not if I can help it," I said stubbornly.

"I want to live and I want you, and God fights on the right side.

If they do get you away, Carette, remember that if I am alive I will follow you to the end of the world." "They will kill you," she repeated.
"They are very busy loading the schooner.

If the woman comes to you in the morning I shall be able to get you out.