"The flag of our nation is committed to your care," he said. "Never let it be lowered by the hands of slaves or of enemies. Let it float there, as long as one arm can hold a cutlass to defend it."
And all the crew responded by giving a hearty cheer.
Tempest repaired to the cabin wherein he had left Bertha Decatur.
She had aroused from her swoon, only to fall into a deep slumber again.
She knew not whether the whole events of the night had been but a dream, for her brain was confused.
She thought of the noise on deck, the shuffling of feet, the clashing of steel, the muttered curses, the cries of the wounded, and then all had become hushed. She had fainted.
Was it a dream, or was it a terrible reality? If so, what would be her fate?
She knew that Captain Carter would use no violence other than forcing her to be his wife, and that she could effectually resist by death.
And she was resolved to die rather than submit to such a life.