Gordon Young

“ An nothing is left in the world to drink but the blood out o' one's own heart. Bein' weary, maybe he wants a deep, sweet sleep while men with rope about their necks do the hangman's jig above his grave. ”

“ He became not more earnest exactly, but a little more convincing as he said:
“You'll be the men ever'body'll look at when you get back to Sydney—point at—gape at—with all the papers writin' about you—the men that were too scared o' Williams to take him when he wanted to surrender.”
The words had poison in them. Captain Butler frowned grimly.
“Oh, yes, you'll be looked at—pointed—talked about——”
Captain Butler demanded to know what assurance there was that no trick or trap lay behind the offer.
“Not a damn bit,” said McGuire, “'Cept this. What does a man love best? ”

“ Why doesn't he take the Heraldr in himself? I told you he had to sleep, some time. 'Course you don't believe all those men are afraid of him—just of his eyes. But ask Jorgan here. He knows—don't you, Jorgan?”
Jorgan growled. He knew nothing of the kind.
Captain Butler was not greatly impressed, but was a little thoughtful. The thing that deeply troubled his doubt was why Williams was willing to give himself up. And McGuire, too—why?
“Oh,” said McGuire easily as if really telling him, “the earth's split itself in two an' we don't want to be left on the uninhabited part. ”

“ Captain Butler snorted impatiently and moved his gaze meditatively to the Heraldr.
Mr. Edwins frowned upon McGuire. Mr. Jorgan regarded him with the intentness of the muscular man annoyed by a gabbler.
All were trying to imagine the trick Williams expected to play them. They could see that McGuire was amused, was half-mocking them; and being hard-headed men, they did not in the least understand. ”

“ McGuire was given no chance to return to the Heraldr, so all that Eve had to remember him by way of a farewell were the fleeting strange words he had spoken in the little while they were alone together in the cabin on the way to the reefs:
“—one of these days you'll be a wise old woman an have spectacles an' memories——”
“I won't wear them!”
“It's the people with spectacles that are wise, my dear; not little blue-eyed girls. You'll be beautiful then, too—like Mrs. Gorvhalsen. You'll sit in firelight an' talk o' the pirate that looted your heart. He was a dashing young fellow, that pirate. ”

“ The Heraldr's carpenter afterward applied for the reward-money offered for Brundage “dead or alive,” as there was no doubt as to his fate; but Chips did not get it.
Captain Butler knew, or said that he did, that Williams and the red-headed fellow, McGuire, were dead; but some of the schooner's sailors vowed up and down by every Bible that could be brought them that those pirates were not dead and that many a ship would meet them when it was not expecting such a thing. ”

“ Edwins on his way to investigate, McGuire called:
“I left men on the quarter-deck—Kanakas an' Yankees. Don't get nervous when you see guns in their hands. They can't shoot straight anyhow. But the crew was gettin' restless at the idea o' being hung!”
Before the sun dropped Captain Butler had boarded the Heraldr with all but five of his crew and clapped the mutineers into irons. He wasn't going to have them running around over the deck, not though he had to work the ship short-handed.
The Francis Vore carried a dozen seamen on her pirate hunt and four, with Jorgan, were left to her. ”