Three hundred men and more upon that great ship, and all dead! Nay, not all, for now on the high poop stood a single figure who seemed to wear a strange red head-dress, and about his shoulders a black robe.
Straight and silent he stood, a very fearful figure, and in his hand a coil of rope.

The sight of him sent those watchers mad.

They ceased from their whisperings, they raved aloud.
"It is Satan!" they shouted, "Satan, who comes to drag the folk of Venice down to hell.

Kill him ere he lands.

Kill him!" Even Grey Dick went mad like a dog when he meets a ghost.