dozen others, but he'll let the rest of you go. We'll die, but most of you'll live."
He ceased, but no answer came.
"Which shall it be?" he bellowed. "The white flag or fight?"
From far forward a deep voice made reply. "To hell with Black Lowther!" boomed the words above the din of the gale, and the cheer that greeted them was half a cheer and half an unearthly laugh.
Falcon whirled and strode aft again, his eyes ablaze. In Lachlan's eyes, too, as he followed, a strange light flamed.
