Their broken growls came back to me also.
"Girl's yours, 'tis for you to follow her." "Fools!" said Torode.

"If he escapes, your necks are in the noose." "He's down cliff, and she ran on." "We'd have seen him fall.

He's behind one of them stacks, an'-- " "Not me--on an edge like that--and ne'er a rope to lay hold of." "Ropewalking's no part of a seaman's duty,"-- and the like, while Torode stormed between whiles and cursed them for cowards.
"Bien!" I heard at last.

"If you are all such curs, I'll go myself.

If he shows, shoot him.