He peered about him cautiously, with that careful gleam shining bright in his eye; then he said with a leer, in a very low voice, "We two need not quarrel.

We are both of us gods.

Neither of us is the stronger.

We are equal, that's all.

Let us live like brothers, not like enemies, on the island." "I don't want to be your brother," Felix answered, unable to conceal his loathing any more.