He was a fairly tall, vigorous man with a clear-cut, attractive face which in itself announced his breeding.
"Why will you be wasting words on the hog ?" wondered that sometime officer in the Royal Navy.

"Fling him overboard and have done with him." The Colonel's eyes bulged in his head.

"What the devil do you mean ?" he blustered.
"It's the lucky man ye are entirely, Colonel, though ye don't guess the source of your good fortune." And now another intervened--the brawny, one-eyed Wolverstone, less mercifully disposed than his more gentlemanly fellow-convict.
"String him up from the yardarm," he cried, his deep voice harsh and angry, and more than one of the slaves standing to their arms made echo.
Colonel Bishop trembled.

Mr.Blood turned.

He was quite calm.
"If you please, Wolverstone," said he, "I conduct affairs in my own way.
That is the pact.