That decided him: better to go and face it than to wait there, so as though he were moving in his sleep, he got out of bed, crossed the floor and entered the schoolroom.
The first sound that he heard was the ticking of the old nursery clock, a strange familiar voice in this awful world, then suddenly, although the room was in black darkness, he himself was staring into blazing light.
He started back and uttered a little cry, but even as he did so that well-remembered hand was upon his shoulder and the well-known voice in his ear: "Move an inch, utter a sound, and I blow yer brains out, yer--" the voice, very low, faded into, the dark.

He was staring into a lantern, and above the lantern was the dark body of the Captain.

Then as he looked up he was indeed near his last moment, for had he not been a brave boy, old for his years, and determined, he would have cried out with a scream that would have raised the house.
The Captain had no face...

The Captain had no face...

Only out of a deep darkness those little eyes glittered like candle-points.