Jovial Captain Robinson sank against the door for support, while a delicate green tint spread itself over his face.
We have said that he was a superstitious man.
This huge lump of humanity—nay, rather of inhumanity—was worse than a schoolgirl in point of courage.
The very word ghost frightened him, if he saw it in print.
He was sure that Joe Deering was dead.
Certain was he that Joe Deering had been decoyed into that floating coffin, and sent to a watery grave by himself.
Here then was the betrayed man's ghost come to reproach him with his crime.
The strong man turned heart-sick, and was like to faint.
Joe Deering looked at the fear-stricken traitor in silence.
He enjoyed his terror keenly indeed.