It's a bargain that he'll
accept, if I know him at all."
"It's a bargain he'll never be offered," retorted Wolverstone, and
his earlier vehemence was as nothing to his vehemence now. "Ye're
surely daft even to think of it, Peter!"
"Not so daft as you when you talk of fighting that." He flung out
an arm as he spoke to indicate the pursuing ships, which were slowly
but surely creeping nearer. "Before we've run another half-mile we
shall be within range."
Wolverstone swore elaborately, then suddenly checked. Out of the
tail of his single eye he had espied a trim figure in grey silk
that was ascending the companion. So engrossed had they been that
they had not seen Miss Bishop come from the door of the passage
leading to the cabin. And there was something else that those
three men on the poop, and Pitt immediately below them, had failed
to observe. Some moments ago Ogle, followed by the main body of
his gun-deck crew, had emerged from the booby hatch, to fall into
muttered, angrily vehement talk with those who, abandoning the
gun-tackles upon which they were labouring, had come to crowd about
him.
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