He saw that Jim was dangerously excited, and that it would not do to excite him further.

He therefore rose, and with feigned pleasantry, said he should be very glad to row to the landing.
Jim passed him and took a seat in the stern of the boat.

Then, as Yates took up the oars, Jim raised his rifle, and, pointing it directly at the lawyer's breast, said: "Now, Sam Yates, turn this boat round." Yates was surprised in turn, bit his lips, and hesitated.
"Turn this boat round, or I'll fix ye so't I can see through ye plainer nor I do now." "Surely, Jim, you don't mean to have me row back.

I haven't harmed you." "Turn this boat round, quicker nor lightnin'." "There, it's turned," said Yates, assuming a smile.
"Now row back to Number Nine." "Come, Jim," said Yates, growing pale with vexation and apprehension, "this fooling has gone far enough." "Not by ten mile," said Jim.
"You surely don't mean to take me back.

You have no right to do it.