But his men ran; so I brought him in." "And how ?" asked Raleigh.

"Thou art giving us all the play but the murders and the marriages." "Why, I bid him yield, and he would not.

Then I bid him run, and he would not.

And it was too pitch-dark for fighting; so I took him by the ears, and shook the wind out of him, and so brought him in." "Shook the wind out of him ?" cried Cary, amid the roar of laughter which followed.

"Dost know thou hast nearly wrung his neck in two?
His vizor was full of blood." "He should have run or yielded, then," said Amyas; and getting up, slipped off to find some ale, and then to sleep comfortably in a dry burrow which he scratched out of a sandbank.
The next morning, as Amyas was discussing a scanty breakfast of biscuit (for provisions were running very short in camp), Raleigh came up to him.
"What, eating?
That's more than I have done to-day." "Sit down, and share, then." "Nay, lad, I did not come a-begging.