William Henry Giles Kingston,
Ronald Morton; or, the Fire Ships…
“ The wind was abeam; and the frigate, which proved herself but a crank ship, heeled over till her hammock-nettings dipped in the seething, foaming waters, which bubbled and hissed up through the lee scuppers.On tore the “Pallas.” It was a race for liberty and the preservation of the wealth in which they had been rejoicing.“What will you take for your prize-money in prospect now, Morton?” asked the pertinacious Hardman. “I told you so, old boy—there’s many a slip between the cup and the lip. It’s the great truth I’ve learned in my life—I shall always stick to it.” ”
