"It's a most noble sight! Watch the old fellow playing the fiddle, and I'll lay my eyes that in a half minute or so you'll have some of the sailormen dancing." Robert shuddered again.

The glee in the slaver's voice was wicked.

The cynical jesting tone was gone and in its place was only unholy malice.
But Robert was held by the scene upon the deck of the stranger.
"Yes, two of the sailors have begun to dance," he said.

"They're young men and clasping each other about the shoulders, they're doing a hornpipe.

I can see the others clapping their hands and the old fellow plays harder than ever." "Ah, idyllic! Most idyllic, I vow!" exclaimed the captain.