"Some o' them dawcocks may
believe that tale." He jerked a contemptuous thumb towards the men
in the waist, whose ranks were steadily being increased by the advent
of others from the forecastle. "Although even some o' they should
know better, for there's still a few was on Barbados with us, and
are acquainted like me and you with Colonel Bishop. If ye're
counting on pulling Bishop's heartstrings, ye're a bigger fool,
Ogle, than I've always thought you was with anything but guns.
There's no heaving to for such a matter as that unless you wants
to make quite sure of our being sunk. Though we had a cargo of
Bishop's nieces it wouldn't make him hold his hand. Why, as I was
just telling his lordship here, who thought like you that having
Miss Bishop aboard would make us safe, not for his mother would
that filthy slaver forgo what's due to him. And if ye' weren't a
fool, Ogle, you wouldn't need me to tell you this. We've got to
fight, my lads...."
"How can we fight, man?" Ogle stormed at him, furiously battling
the conviction which Wolverstone's argument was imposing upon his
listeners.
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