"Yes, when in our graves."
"Do not get downhearted, colonel; we have pulled through many a hard row before now."
There was a consolation in having company, and the prisoners from the other ships had been crowded on the Gaspee.
"March out the rebels."
All heard the order given, and each looked at his fellow with anxious glance.
It might be a farewell to them. Who could tell?
The leg irons were unlocked and the prisoners marched up the companionway to the upper deck.
As they reached the deck the fresh air was almost overwhelming, for they had not breathed any for several days.
They were marshaled in line and awaited their doom.
Soon a bedecked officer appeared on deck accompanied by one of the most villainous-looking seamen that ever stepped upon a deck.