And that was about as bitter as death.
He saw my face and laughed.

'Does your heart fail you, my little Dutchman?
You funk the English?
I will tell you one thing for your comfort.

There is nothing in the world to be feared except me.

Fail, and you have cause to shiver.

Play me false and you had far better never have been born.' His ugly sneering face was close above mine.