They concerned him not.

He was boiling with rage and furious for justice.
At nine o'clock at night he loaded a double-barreled gun with slugs, fished out a pair of handcuffs, got a ship's lantern, summoned his quartermaster, and went ashore.

He said: "Do you see that ship there at the dock ?" "Ay-ay, sir." "It's the Venus." "Ay-ay, sir." "You--you know me." "Ay-ay, sir." "Very well, then.

Take the lantern.

Carry it just under your chin.
I'll walk behind you and rest this gun-barrel on your shoulder, p'inting forward--so.