All was over, and that noble heart that had withstood so bravely and cheerily the rigors of the storm, and the horrors of our desperate voyage, had been stilled in death by the vilest of miscreants.
I paused for a moment.

Even though Agnew was dead, I could not bear to leave him, but felt as though I ought to share his fate.

The savages came nearer.

At their approach I hesitated no longer.

That fate was too terrible: I must fly.
But before I fled I turned in fury to wreak vengeance upon them for their crimes.