I ran to the port and drew the curtains.

Da Costa snapped the lights.
The Norseman's dolorous crying stopped as abruptly as though cut.

His gaze rolled toward us.

And at one bound he broke through the leashes I had buckled round him and faced us, his eyes glaring, his yellow hair almost erect with the force of the rage visibly surging through him.
Da Costa shrunk behind me.

O'Keefe, coolly watchful, took a quick step that brought him in front of me.
"Where do you take me ?" said Huldricksson, and his voice was like the growl of a beast.