"Howbeit!" says I, scowling and reaching for the food, "Here's an end to my friendship for Godby. Now as to you—what d'you say?"
"I think, shipmate, that your doublet bloody and you the grimly, desperate, gallowsy, hell-fire rogue you strive so hard to appear, Martin, I say here's enough to hang you ten times over. One thing is sure, you must leave this ship."
"Not I, Adam!"
"The long-boat's astern, victualled and ready."
"No matter!" says I.
"'Twill be no hard matter to get you safe away, Martin."
"Howbeit, I stay here!" says I, mighty determined. "I'm no murderer!"
"But you're a man to hang and hanged you'll be and you can lay to that, d'ye see?"
"So be it!" says I.
"Very fine, shipmate, but as I was saying the long-boat is towing astern, a good boat and well stored. The moon will be down in an hour—"