Neither spoke for some time.
Phillip’s eyes glowed with rage, but he spoke not a syllable for some time.
Captain Jack amused himself with whistling and playing with a pistol.
“May I ask what you want with me?” Phillip began, at length, endeavouring to suppress the rage he felt.
“Me want with you?” said Jack. “Oh! I really beg pardon for intruding—ha! ha! but I thought you might want to see me, that’s all.”
As he spoke he smiled like a demon.
“You have acted the knave towards me, Captain Jack.”
“Have I, though? How complimentary you are!”
“Yes, you have, Captain Jack; you have acted like a black-hearted scoundrel!”
“Go on, go on, I am listening; you can’t hurt anybody with your tongue; you are bound too fast to the stone floor to do much harm.”