He lifted his head and glanced about the deck, filling his lungs with a deep draft of air.
Something like a gleam of hope was visible in his features.
"It is irregular," said Wilton Barnstable, frowning, and not half convinced.

"And, in the name of Heaven, why imperil your life needlessly?
Why expose yourself again to the power of this monstrous criminal ?" "The fellow has challenged me, and I have granted him a meeting," said Cleggett.

"I hope there is such a thing as honor!" "Clement!" It was Lady Agatha who spoke.

As she did so she laid her hand on Cleggett's arm.

She had hearkened in silence to the colloquy between him and Barnstable, as had the others.