“Yes, with you for text. Just in his old way; but I’ve been too busy with the prisoner.”
“Yes, and he?”
“It’s him who is master here. Here, get up!” The buccaneer started, threw back his head, and the dark eyes flashed as he exclaimed—
“What’s this, sir? Have you been taking a lesson from Mazzard?”
“I? No; I’m only giving you your orders!”
“What orders?”
“Master Captain Humphrey Armstrong’s. You’re to get up and go to him directly. He wants you!”
The buccaneer sprang to his feet.
“He wants me—he has sent for me?” he cried, eagerly.
“Ay! You’re to go to him. He’s master here!”