Like that he would break him if he interfered with any of his desires.

It would be fully twenty days before they made Ajaccio.
Many things might happen before that time.
Two or three of the crew were lashing on the rail-canvas, and the snap and flap of it jarred on Breitmann's nerves.

For a week or more his nerves had been very close to the surface, so close that it had required all his will to keep his voice and hands from shaking.

As he passed, one of the sailors doffed his cap and bowed with great respect.
"That's not the admiral, Alphonse," whispered another of the crew, chuckling.

"It's only his privit secretary." "Ah, I haf meestake!" But Alphonse had made no mistake.