He did not take the paper from my hands.
"My eyes," said he, "are not good; they are weak, and it troubles me to read.

Let me hear YOU read it." I read the paragraph accordingly.

The captain, meanwhile, fixed his eyes, which exhibited no signs of weakness, upon me with an earnest expression.

When I finished reading, he nodded his head and mused a few moments in silence, then hastily surrendered the tiller, bundled up the newspapers, and vanished down the companion-way.
"What does this bode ?" thought I to myself.

"The man is evidently angry.
I acted like a fool to question anything he said, however absurd." I did Captain Thompson injustice.