"But a danger threatens you of which you are not aware. Listen. The second mate, he who was put in irons the other day"--
"Scadbolt--go on."
"Is loosed."
"By whom?"
"I don't know. But he is loosed, and but five minutes since was near me with a sailor whom I think I know, although I could not see him. Listen. I must whisper, for he may be near us now. They were talking of you, and they swore--O my God!--they swore to have your life."
"They spoke of me by name?"
"By name--Joshua Marvel."
"You think you know the sailor who was talking to Scadbolt. Is he a dark man?"
"Yes; a Lascar I think."
"You are right. He owes me an old grudge."