The lugger was now put on her former course, the guns lashed into their places again, and the three men killed sewn up in hammocks and laid between two of the guns, in order to be handed to their friends on arrival in port.
"That is another slip between the cup and the lip," Terence remarked to his companion, as the sloop ceased firing.

"I certainly thought, when we came on deck, that our troubles were over.

I must say for our friend, the French captain, he showed himself a good sailor, and got out of the scrape uncommonly well." "A good deal too well," Ryan grumbled; "it was very unpleasant while it lasted.

It is all very well to be shot at by an enemy, but to be shot at by one's friends is more than one bargained for." The coolness under fire displayed by the two Spaniards he had carried off pleased the captain, who patted them on the shoulder as he came along, his good temper being now completely restored by his escape.
"You are brave fellows," he said, "and will make good privateersmen.

You cannot do better than stay with us.