Not even the familiar Suffolk whine was forgotten.
"You and your master have saved my life, have you ?" he said.

"Well, neighbour, why did you try to save my life by shooting at me with that great black bow of yours, which I see is made of Eastern woods ?" He stared at the case in which it was now again hidden as though tanned leather were no obstacle to his sight; then went on: "Do not answer: I will tell you why.

You shot at me because you were afraid of me, and fear is ever cruel, is it not?
Only something happened to your arrow, something that has never happened to any arrow of yours before.

Oh, yes, you have saved me from the Italian cut-throats, and being a gentleman I thank you very much.

Only why did the arrow burst in your bow ?" and he smiled with those dreadful eyes of his.
Now, feeling overwhelmed for the second time that night, Grey Dick sat himself down upon a quay post.