Seeing that resistance was useless, Kidd caved in.
"I ask your pardon, Mr.Fortescue," he said, hoarsely, for my hand was still on his throat.

"I ask your pardon, but I lost my temper, and when I lose my temper it's the very devil; I don't know what I'm doing; but I promise faithfully to obey your orders and do my duty." On this I loosed him, and bade Ramon put up his _machete_ and let Yawl go back to his steering.

In one sense this was an untoward incident.

It made Kidd my personal enemy.

Quite apart from the question of the diamonds, he would bear me a grudge and do me an ill turn if he could.