And I knew that there was not room on earth for this man and me.

I knew that if he caught sight of me I was a dead man.
For the last time I had seen that grim black face--which was also the first time--he was leaning over the rock wall of Herm, watching me steadfastly as I pulled away from him towards Peter Port, and his face was stamped clear on my memory for all time.
It was Torode of Herm, and in a flash I saw to the bottom of his treachery and my own great peril.

No wonder he was so successful and came back full from every cruise, when others brought only tales of empty seas.

He lived in security on British soil and played tinder both flags.

By means of a quickly assumed disguise, he robbed British ships as a Frenchman, and French ships as an Englishman.