It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought: "Couldn't we wile him out of the round-house?"
"He's better where he is," returned Hoseason; "he hasn't room to use his sword."
"Well, that's true," said Riach; "but he's hard to come at."
"Hut!" said Hoseason. "We can get the man in talk, one upon each side, and pin him by the two arms; or if that'll not hold, sir, we can make a run by both the doors and get him under hand before he has the time to draw."
At this hearing, I was seized with both fear and anger at these treacherous, greedy, bloody men that I sailed with. My first mind was to run away; my second was bolder.
"Captain," said I, "the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle's out. Will you give me the key?"
They all started and turned about.
"Why, here's our ch
