She looked at me, too surprized to answer at once, and before she had recovered herself my great-uncle and Peter joined us, Peter still placidly carrying Colonel O'Donnell like a flour-sack.
Murray cast a swift glance of appraisal around his ship.
"We have come through very creditably," he remarked.
Martin hailed him from the poop.
"By your leave, sir, we're whole aloft, 'ceptin' a few ropes as the topmen are splicin' and a rent in the mizzen royal."
"That's well," replied my great-uncle. "How many casualties?"
"We ha' put twelve overside, and there's two as'll follow, and twenty —— —— —— lubbers as must nurse their carkisses."
"Very good, Martin. I shall be in the cabin. Let me know so soon as the prize's treasure is all aboard."
He turned to us.
"The curtain is ready to fall upon our comedy. Will you accept my arm, Mistress O'Donnell? A glass of wine and a bite of sailor's fare will taste better than Robert's ear, which your hunger prompted you to nibble. Fie, fie, my lass!"