There was a good deal of truth, blended with some exaggeration, mixed up with this statement of tire mate.  As a matter of course, the captain of the Speedy had not sent away his best men, though they were not quite as bad as Marble, in his desire to overcome them, was disposed to fancy.  It is true, there were but three of their number whom the quick, nautical instinct of the mate had recognised as real seamen, though all had been on board ship long enough to render them more or less useful.

“Whatever we do must be done at once,” I rejoined.  “We are four athletic men, to act against twelve.  The odds are heavy, but we shall have the advantage of being picked men, and of attacking by surprise.”

“I wish you had thought of asking to keep Voorhees in the ship, Miles; that fellow would be worth three ordinary men to us.”

“I did think of it, but the request would never have been granted.  One could ask for a cook, or a mate, or a servant like Neb, but to ask for an able seaman or two would have been to declare our object.”

“I believe you’re right, and we must be thankful for the good stuff we have, as it is.  How far will the law bear us out in knocking men on the head in such an undertaking?  It’s peace for America, and we must steer clear of piracy!”

“I’ve thought of all that, Moses, and see no great cause of apprehension.  A man has certainly a right to recover that by the strong hand which he lost by the strong hand.  Should blood be spilt, which I hope to avert, the English courts might judge us harshly, while the American would acquit us.  The law would be the same in both cases, though its administration would be very different.  I am ready to cast my own fortune on the issue, and I wish no man to join me who will not do so, heart and hand.  I see no reason to suppose it will be necessary to take life, to which I have as strong reluctance as you can have yourself.”

“There’s my hand!” exclaimed Marble, “and as for its owner’s heart, you well know where that is to be found, Miles.  Enough has been said for a beginning.  We will look about us this afternoon, and talk further after supper.”

“Good.  Do you say a word to Billings, the cook, and I will open the matter to Neb.  Of the last we are certain, but it may be well to make some promises to your man.”

“Leave that to me, Miles.  I know my chap, and will deal with him as I would with an owner.”

Marble and myself now separated, and I went on deck to observe how things promised in that quarter.  By this time, the Speedy’s top-sails were beginning to dip, and the Dawn was driving forward on her course, with everything drawing that she could carry.  All the English were on deck, Sennit included.  The last gave me a sufficiently civil salute as I put my foot on the quarter-deck, but I avoided falling into any discourse with him.  My cue was to note the men, and to ascertain all I could concerning their