His eyes were swollen with tears that sparkled in the corners of his eyes.

He was swearing between his teeth, protesting against the coming separation....

Never to see him again, after so many years of brotherly companionship!...

_Cristo!_...
The captain was afraid that he, too, might burst into tears and again ordered his mate to present the accounts of the crew.
An hour later Toni reentered the saloon, carrying in his hand the opened letter.

He had not been able to resist the temptation of forcing the secret, fearing that Ferragut's generosity might prove excessive, and impossible to consider.