And it seemed as if something broke in his brain; and the passion of anger, so long restrained, so long eaten in secret, burst suddenly loose and shook him like a sail.

He stepped across to the captain and smote his hand heavily on the drunkard's shoulder.
'You brute,' he said, in a voice that tottered, 'look behind you!' 'Wha's that ?' cried Davis, bounding in the boat and upsetting the champagne.
'You lost the Sea Ranger because you were a drunken sot,' said Herrick.
'Now you're going to lose the Farallone.

You're going to drown here the same way as you drowned others, and be damned.

And your daughter shall walk the streets, and your sons be thieves like their father.' For the moment, the words struck the captain white and foolish.

'My God!' he cried, looking at Herrick as upon a ghost; 'my God, Herrick!' 'Look behind you, then!' reiterated the assailant.
The wretched man, already partly sobered, did as he was told, and in the same breath of time leaped to his feet.