The Lady and the Pirate

"And where then, Mr. Harry?"

"Peterson, the high seas have no bridges, and if they had, I should

not cross them yet. Perhaps if I did, I then should burn them behind

me."

"She's a mortal fine young woman, Mr. Harry, a mortal fine one. I'll

be sworn he makes a hard run for her. But so can we--eh, Mr. Harry?

He'll like enough pocket us in here, though."

I made no answer to this. The old man left me to take the wheel, and

I noted his head wag from side to side.