Peter had been removed for ever from his path, and all the other boys were in the brig, about to walk the plank.

It was his grimmest deed since the days when he had brought Barbecue to heel; and knowing as we do how vain a tabernacle is man, could we be surprised had he now paced the deck unsteadily, bellied out by the winds of his success?
But there was no elation in his gait, which kept pace with the action of his sombre mind.

Hook was profoundly dejected.
He was often thus when communing with himself on board ship in the quietude of the night.

It was because he was so terribly alone.

This inscrutable man never felt more alone than when surrounded by his dogs.
They were socially inferior to him.
Hook was not his true name.