There was nothing to be gained by telling the public that." He let me go on until I came to another point which I had hitherto kept to myself: the condition of the dead mate's fingers: the cries that the sight of them had recalled.
"That Portuguese villain again!" cried my companion, fairly leaping from the chair which I had left and he had taken.

"It was the work of the same cane that killed the steward.

Don't tell me an Englishman would have done it; and yet you said nothing about that either!" It was my first glimpse of this side of my young host's character.

Nor did I admire him the less, in his spirited indignation, because much of this was clearly against myself.

His eyes flashed.