But it won't do." He paused for a moment, contemplated the distant coast and resumed his tread, repeating: "It won't do, Jack; it won't do a bit, my boy." Captain Barker sat in his cabin alone, staring at a knot of wood on the table before him.

There were traces of tears on his cheeks.
Somebody tapped at the door.
"What is it ?" "The devil," answered Captain Runacles' voice, coolly.

"Six galleys to the south, between us and the Thames!" Captain Barker sprang up and hurried up on deck.
"So those are the craft I've heard so much about," he remarked, taking down the glass through which he had been eyeing them for a couple of minutes.
"What do you propose, Jack ?" "Propose?
Why, propose to do what I'm here for--to save the convoy." "That's very pretty.

But do you know how fast those sharks can move ?" "No, I don't.

But I know they can outpace us.