Now you 're trying to hold us back until he has time to get safely away up the river.

That's my opinion of you, you snarling gray-back, and if you dare breathe another word, I 'll give orders to chuck you overboard." "Where do you purpose going ?" ventured the cowed priest, in a subdued tone.
"Straight up the stream.

That's where your cursed Frenchman has disappeared so swiftly, unless the guard at the North Gate shot him, as they swear to O'Reilly.

So sit there quiet, and hold your tongue--you may command the Devil, for all I care, but I 'm in charge of this boat." The sound of angry controversy died away in the distance.

Cautiously I lifted my eyes to the level of the cane, and peered over.