"What do you want?
A mustard plaster ?" He had a package of patent plasters in his room.

You took one and dipped it in hot water, and it was all ready.
"No," said I, gasping a little.

"Burglars." "Oh!" he said, and he put down his pistol and put on his clothes.
"Come along," he said, and away we went over the deck.
When we reached the stairs all was dark and quiet below.
It was a matter of hesitancy as to going down.
I started to go down first, but the boarder held me back.
"Let me go down," he said.
"No," said I, "my wife is there." "That's the very reason you should not go," he said.

"She is safe enough yet, and they would fire only at a man.

It would be a bad job for her if you were killed.