"But—you will never surrender?" she asked proudly.
"What would you wish, Bertha?"
"Wish? Why, better die than be a prisoner; better give your life for your flag, than live dishonored. We can die together—it would be better."
The man at the masthead shouted:
"Sail, ho!"
Tempest left Bertha, and exclaimed:
"Masthead, there!"
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"Where away is the sail?"