If they listen to me, I can still find a means of escape." "Avast yelpin', you swabs!" bellowed Coke.

"D'ye want to let every bally sojer on the island know where you are?
We're makin' for the creek.

Will _that_ please you?
Now, Mr.Norrie, let her rip!" The head of the launch swung toward the protecting shadows.

The men knew the bearings of Cotton-Tree Bay, so the angry voices yielded to selfish thought.

If it was to be _sauve qui peut_ when the vessel grounded, there was ample room for thought, seeing that each man's probable fate would be that of a mad dog.
Hozier seized the precious respite.