I knew it would be certain death for you to try to enter that harbor without a pilot." "Then do your duty, young malapert.

There is no time to be lost.

We'll run up the British flag, and go into port under fair colors." The commander gave the necessary orders to have the last suggestion carried out, and the sailors were prompt to do his bidding.
Blair stood perfectly still, while a look of stern determination sat on his young face.

"I will never pilot enemies to the shores of our land.
You can shoot me, but you cannot force me to act the traitor." The boy spoke resolutely.

The English commander eyed him for a moment, and then said quickly, "Shooting is too good for you, young dare-devil.