We are Englishmen and Irishmen, and can do a great deal; but when it comes to eight to one there isn't room for one to move." "You are right," said the captain with a groan.

"My poor ship! my poor wife and boy!" "Get out with you! Why, what now!" cried the major, whose eyes were wet with tears as he grasped the captain's hands.

"We're not beaten yet, my dear boy, and we're not going to be.

Now I tell you what is our duty, sir." "Yes ?" "To put into that boat all the food and ammunition we've got, and then all get in quietly but one; and he'd stop back to get the old ship well alight; and then bad luck to the scoundrels on board, much good may it do them!" "My poor ship!" "But you'd rather sink her or burn her than let these dogs grow fat on what they get ?" "Certainly I would," said the captain.
"Then to-night, as soon as it's dark, let's do it, me dear boy, and make for one of the islands." "But we could hold out for long enough yet." "No," said the major gravely; "we're beaten, me dear sor.

The poor lads are getting more stiff and sore every minute.