"But I am not a fool," said he, "and I'll not allow a natural Irish sentimentality to stand in the way of my doing what is necessary and proper.

You and your ten surviving scoundrels are a menace on this ship.
More than that, she is none so well found in water and provisions.

True, we are fortunately a small number, but you and your party inconveniently increase it.

So that on every hand, you see, prudence suggests to us that we should deny ourselves the pleasure of your company, and, steeling our soft hearts to the inevitable, invite you to be so obliging as to step over the side." "I see," said the Spaniard pensively.

He swung his legs from the couch, and sat now upon the edge of it, his elbows on his knees.