"I'm a-thinking as what you don't know my master, sir knight," observed the sailor, gazing hard at the tavern door.
"No. But I will in another moment," said the young knight, going for the door.
"Captain of the 'Trinity,'" he shouted when he had swung it wide.
"The very devil and all! and what's this, prithee?" the drunken captain shouted, rolling heavily down upon Sir Richard and quite filling the open space.
In a very few words the young knight told him just what he wanted, making offer of all his remaining nobles, saving one, if he would consent to bear them all safely into France.
"Six, sayst thou? Any women?" the seaman asked.
"Two," Sir Richard replied.
"Then ... damn thy nobles!" he bellowed, slamming the door in the young knight's very face.
"But I tell you that you must do this thing," Sir Richard persisted, again setting open the door.
"What! hell, man!" he shouted, turning purple in the face.