"Yes, I know of several failings they have; first, they——"
She took the words out of my mouth.
"They haven't a cowardly hair in their heads," she said. "I am ashamed to-day, for the first time in my life, of being an American."
Of course, she did not see that it would have been worse than foolhardy to remain, and I did not try to convince her.
"I see a man on the foc's'l," said Cynthia.
"Nonsense!" roared the Skipper from the stern. "We ain't goin' back for anybody. They had their chance.—Is there any one on board, Bill?"
"There is, sir."
"What's his name when he's sober?" asked the Skipper viciously.
"Ned Chudleigh, sir."
"Didn't you call him?"