The men about the table (except Bamtz) looked at him.

This time it was Fector who spoke.

'Won't you join us in a quiet game, Captain ?' "Davidson said that now the child was better he thought he would go on board and turn in.

Fector was the only one of the four whom he had, so to speak, never seen, for he had had a good look at the Frenchman already.

He observed Fector's muddy eyes, his mean, bitter mouth.
Davidson's contempt for those men rose in his gorge, while his placid smile, his gentle tones and general air of innocence put heart into them.
They exchanged meaning glances.
"'We shall be sitting late over the cards,' Fector said in his harsh, low voice.
"'Don't make more noise than you can help.' "'Oh! we are a quiet lot.