"'Fore God, I will, sir," answered Sawkins.
"That's well," said the old buccaneer. "Take him forward, men, and let him have all the rum he wants to take off the chill of his wetting."
"You stood by me that time, Sir Henry," cried young Teach, who had been told of Morgan's refusal to fill away, "and, by heaven, I'll stand by you in your need!"
"Good. I'll remember that," answered Morgan, glad to have made at least one friend among all he commanded.
"What's our course now, captain?" asked Hornigold as soon as the incident was over.
"Sou'west by west-half-west," answered Morgan, who had taken an observation that noon, glancing in the binnacle as he spoke.
"And that will fetch us where?" asked the old man, who was charged with the duty of the practical sailing of the ship.
"To La Guayra and Venezuela."
"Oho!" said the old boatswain, "St. Jago de Leon, Caracas, t'other side of the mountains will be our prize?"
"Ay," answered Morgan. "'Tis a rich place and has been unpillaged for a hundred years."