Those good ships will take him before many hours are over.

Yankees know a British hull if American colors are flying over her." Blair looked with astonishment where, far over the waters, the British man-of-war was fading from sight.
"It is a shabby trick, but I was no party to it," he exclaimed.

"I would sooner lose my right hand than lift one finger against my countrymen.

I am an American.

I am the son of old Joe Robertson, the pilot of Fairport.