"I thought it must be your face," said the lad boldly.
He was about to speak again, had not Tomb silenced him with a gesture. He liked the lad.
Had he spoken again, Tomb would have silenced him for ever.
He was about to say that any other man with a face like that would have died long ago, from wounded vanity.
From a very rare old print.
"Would you care to be a Pirate, my youthful fellow?" said Tomb.
