This morning I saw the last of their topsails.
Did I right ?" he asked fiercely.
"In my judgment you did right." "But why--why ?" Raleigh demanded.

"I have the commission of the King of France.

What hindered me to use my remnant like hounds to cut off the stragglers of the Plate Fleet?
That way lies much gold, and gold will buy pardon for all offences.

What hindered me, I say ?" "Yourself, Sir Walter." Raleigh let his head fall back on the couch and smiled bitterly.
"You say truly--myself.

'Tis not a question of morals, mark ye.