Coming on the top crest of his murderous intentions, he had walked straight into an ambuscade, and now stood, with his hands impotently lifted, staring at the verandah.
The party was now broken up.

Attwater leaned on a post, and kept Davis covered with a Winchester.

One of the servants was hard by with a second at the port arms, leaning a little forward, round-eyed with eager expectancy.

In the open space at the head of the stair, Huish was partly supported by the other native; his face wreathed in meaningless smiles, his mind seemingly sunk in the contemplation of an unlighted cigar.
'Well,' said Attwater, 'you seem to me to be a very twopenny pirate!' The captain uttered a sound in his throat for which we have no name; rage choked him.
'I am going to give you Mr Whish--or the wine-sop that remains of him,' continued Attwater.

'He talks a great deal when he drinks, Captain Davis of the Sea Ranger.