"No, I will not."
"I would rather die than be kept here. If you mean to murder me, do it at once, and don't kill me by inches."
"What can we do for you?"
"I am in pain and misery. Shoot me!"
"What can we do with him, Mr. Farringford?" said the captain, turning to me.
"Tell him to shoot me, Phil."
"No, I shall not. You are wanted in St. Louis to answer to the charge of forgery; but I am in favor of doing what I can to make you more comfortable."
"Loose me, then."
"I am afraid we might have to shoot you, then. Mr. Waterford, we are going to take the bark back to New York, and we intend to land you there. We have no desire to make you suffer, but we mean to keep you safely."
"I will give you my word that I will be perfectly quiet, if you will give me liberty to walk about the vessel."