It was the thought of Arabella Bishop that had urged him to mercy, and had led him to oppose the natural vindictiveness of his fellow-slaves until he had been in danger of precipitating a mutiny.

It was entirely to the fact that the Colonel was her uncle, although he did not even begin to suspect such a cause, that he owed such mercy as was now being shown him.
"You shall have a chance to swim for it," Peter Blood continued.

"It's not above a quarter of a mile to the headland yonder, and with ordinary luck ye should manage it.

Faith, you're fat enough to float.

Come on! Now, don't be hesitating or it's a long voyage ye'll be going with us, and the devil knows what may happen to you.