Heedless of the perplexed scowl with which Coke was watching him from the bridge, he looked after her until she vanished in the cabin which had been vacated for her use by the chief engineer of the vessel.

Even her manifest distress gave him a sense of riotous joy that was hardly distinguishable from the keenest spiritual suffering.
"Give you up!" he muttered again.

"No, Iris, not if Satan brought every dead Verity to aid the living one in his demand." Coke, to whom tact was anathema, chose that unhappy instant to summon him to take charge of the ship.

The German master and crew had not caused trouble to their conquerors after the first short struggle.
They washed their hands of responsibility, professed to be satisfied with the written indemnity and promise of reward given by De Sylva, and otherwise placed the resources of the vessel entirely at his disposal.
A more peaceable set of men never existed.

Though they numbered sixteen, three more than the usurpers, it was quite certain that the thought of further resistance never entered their minds.