The Captain smiled malevolently.

His eyes raked the room, resting first sardonically on the yeoman, then on the two women in the background, and finally on Mr.Blood, who sat with one leg thrown over the other in an attitude of indifference that was far from reflecting his mind.
Then the Captain stepped to the press, and pulled open one of the wings of its massive oaken door.

He took the huddled inmate by the collar of his doublet, and lugged him out into the open.
"And who the devil's this ?" quoth he.

"Another nobleman ?" Mr.Blood had a vision of those gallows of which Captain Hobart had spoken, and of this unfortunate young shipmaster going to adorn one of them, strung up without trial, in the place of the other victim of whom the Captain had been cheated.

On the spot he invented not only a title but a whole family for the young rebel.
"Faith, ye've said it, Captain.