"Now," said Richard, "remember that I am the Captain of this expedition and you are both to take the word from me." "Hm! I know not," Claiborne began doubtfully. Richard Ingle bent a compelling glance upon him. "Did you not ask my help?" "Ay." "Did you not say I was worth any twenty Virginians in this expedition?" "Belike I did." "Is not the ammunition of my providing?" "Oh, have done with your vain boasting!" "I'll have done with boasting when you have done with insubordination. Do you or do you not recognize my authority?" "On your ship, yes," answered Claiborne, flushing; "on land I take commands from no man. I am answerable to the authorities of Virginia and them only." "And I," said Ralph, "am a free lance, and will thrust where I see fit. Besides, this expedition is as much mine as thine." "The devil take the fellow's impudence!" exclaimed Richard. "Here have I been over seas to fetch letters of marque, and pulled members of Parliament this way and that, gathered a crew, begged, borrowed, and stolen money to buy powder and shot, and now you, who have stayed in the lap of luxury there at St. Gabriel's, would have me give you control." "The still hog sups the milk," answered Ralph, coolly. "'Twas I kept you informed of the temper of the colony, of Brent's unreadiness for attack; and did you but know it I did you the greatest favor of all in ridding the colony of the one man who might have detected your plot and made some head against us." Richard Ingle flushed and laid his hand upon the hilt of his sword; but Claiborne, foreseeing an ill beginning if the invaders fell to fighting among themselves before they were fairly landed, stepped between the brothers and laid a hand on the shoulder of each as he said,-- "There is honor enough ahead for each of you and for me too, so let us not quarrel over that. Let Dick direct his crew, while I lead the Virginians in the ship behind us, and you, Ralph, shall be the free lance." The words were timely. Richard put up his sword, and Ralph smiled again,--that frank smile that had won its way to Giles Brent's heart and deceived him to the end. Claiborne saw his advantage and pressed it. "First of all," he said, "we must have a rallying cry whereby we may know friend from foe." "The cry of the townsfolk up yonder is 'Hey for St. Mary's, and wives for us all!'" "We'll make it true by taking of their wives." "Ay," chuckled Dick, "we'll make hay of St. Mary's, set fire to the rick, and then off to sea again with wives for us all!" "A merry jest. You would have made your fortune as a clown, Dick." "The trouble is I have your fortune to make, too, Ralph, and you're too much of the damned fine gentleman for me, and find my ways over rough." "Keep to the point, my friends, keep to the point," interrupted Claiborne. "'Tis a rallying cry we want. Now what say you to 'God and the Parliament'?"