His face was white.

I suddenly found myself the cooler man of the two.
"My dear fellow, do consider!" said I."What possible end could have been served by my stating what I couldn't prove against a man who could never be brought to book in this world?
Santos was punished as he deserved; his punishment was death, and there's an end on't." "You might be right," said Rattray, "but it makes my blood boil to hear such a story.

Forgive me if I have spoken strongly;" and he paced his hall for a little in an agitation which made me like him better and better.

"The cold-blooded villain!" he kept muttering; "the infernal, foreign, blood-thirsty rascal! Perhaps you were right; it couldn't have done any good, I know; but--I only wish he'd lived for us to hang him, Cole! Why, a beast like that is capable of anything: I wonder if you've told me the worst even now ?" And he stood before me, with candid suspicion in his fine, frank eyes.
"What makes you say that ?" said I, rather nettled.
"I shan't tell you if it's going to rile you, old fellow," was his reply.
And with it reappeared the charming youth whom I found it impossible to resist.

"Heaven knows you have had enough to worry you!" he added, in his kindly, sympathetic voice.
"So much," said I, "that you cannot add to it, my dear Rattray.