Reef. Cannot! we’re not to be put off, and by a landsman—so come, there’s one fellow already has outsailed us, piloting among these breakers,—one follow this morning—
Gray. This morning—what kind of man?
Reef. Why, to say the truth, messmate, he was a trim taut-rigged craft, and a devilish deal better looking than you are.
Gray. And he escaped from you?
Reef. Yes, but that’s more than we intend to let you do, so come.
Gray. Oh it will be a sweet revenge—one moment—how stands your pocket?
Reef. Why not a shot in the locker.
Gray. Here. (takes out a purse.)
Reef. Eh! how did you come by all that? you hav’nt run a pistol against a traveller’s head, eh?
Gray. These are the savings of a life of toil—I had hoarded them up for a far different purpose—but so that they buy me revenge—