What could I do?
How could I bring warning to those sleeping victims?
This heartless discussion of robbery and murder left me cold with horror, yet helpless to lift a hand.

I had no thought of myself, of my possible fate when once delivered into the hands of this monster, this arch villain, but all my agony of mind centered on the imminent danger confronting Dorothy Fairfax, and those unsuspecting men.

All my preconceived impressions of Sanchez had vanished; he was no longer in my imagination a weakling, a boastful, cowardly bravado, a love-sick fool; but a leader of desperate men, a villain of the deepest dye--the dreaded pirate, Black Sanchez, whose deeds of crime were without number, and whose name was infamous.

Confronted by Fairfax's ill-guarded gold, maddened by the girl's contemptuous indifference, no deed of violence and blood was too revolting for him to commit.

What he could not win by words, he would seize by force and make his own.
As coolly as another might sell a bolt of cloth, he would plan murder and rape, and then smilingly watch the execution.