"You waste your breath, Adam!"
"Then, shipmate, with these jewels aboard you shall stand away for another island that beareth south a day's sail--"
"Look you, Adam," says I, clenching my fists, "once and for all, I do not leave this ship, happen what may."
"Aye, but you will, shipmate."
"Ha, d'ye think to force me, then?"
"Not I, Martin, but circumstances shall."
"What circumstances?"
Here and all at once Adam started up as again there came a soft knocking at the door. "Who's there?" he cried. And then in my ear, "'Tis she, Martin, as I guess, though sooner than I had expected--into the bilboes with you." Thus whispering and with action incredibly quick, he clapped and locked me back in my shackles, whisked food, platter and bottle into a dark corner and crossed to the door. "Who's there?" he demanded gruffly. Ensued a murmur whereupon he turned the key, set wide the door and fell back bowing, bonnet in hand, all in a moment.
"Good Master Adam!" says she gently, "Pray you leave us awhile and let none intrude on us." At this Adam bows again very low with a whimsical glance at me, and goes out closing the door behind him.