"Yes, I will go with you; take me away." "Nay, my child, I cannot." "Enough of this!" broke in the sneering voice of Johnson.

"She has been taken in open resistance to the king's forces, and, warrant or no warrant, orders or no orders, or court-martial either," this with a malevolent glance at Desborough, "she goes with us as a prisoner." "I will pledge my word, Colonel Wilton, that no violence is offered her," exclaimed Desborough, promptly, and then, turning to Katharine,-- "Trust me, madam." "I do, sir," she said faintly, giving him her hand.

"You are very kind." "It is nothing, mistress," he replied, bowing low over it, as he raised it respectfully to his lips.

"I will hold you safe with my life." "Very pretty," sneered Johnson; "but are you coming ?" "What shall we do with these two, captain ?" asked the sergeant, kicking the prostrate form of Seymour, and pointing to the body of the man who had been slain.
"Oh, let them lie there! We can't be bothered with dead and dying men.
One of them is gone; the other soon will be.

The slaves will bury them, and those other three at the foot of the hill--d' ye hear, ye black niggers?
There 's hardly room enough on the sloop for the living," he continued with cynical indifference.
"All right, captain! As you say, poor Joe's no good now; and as for the other, that crack of Welsh's was a rare good one; he will probably die before morning anyhow," replied the sergeant, there being little love lost among the members of this philosophic crew; besides, the more dead, the more plunder for the living.