"Oh, my head, my head!" "Yes, you did get a pretty good crack," said Vince; "and you'll get another if you don't lie still." "But you've tied me so tight, Master Vince: line's a-cutting into my wristies." "Of course it is," said Vince coolly.

"I tied it as tightly as I could.
You ought to be pretty well satisfied that we didn't leave you to drown." "Ah!" groaned Daygo, "don't say that, Master Vince.

I've been a good friend to you and him." "Yes, and we're going to be good friends to you, Joe.

You're such a wicked old rascal that it will do you good to be sent to prison." "No, no; don't do that, my lad.

Mebbe they'd hang me." "What, for a pirate and smuggler?
Well, perhaps they will," said Vince coolly.
"But you wouldn't like that, my lad.