Already one was doomed.
Who?
The voice of Jean Petit rang grim and unearthly. At the word each man unclosed his hand. The open palms lay side by side.
“Thou!” said the helmsman.
The head of the victim fell forward. A shudder, followed by a sob, convulsed him.
Against a background of blue sky and water rose the hand of Jean Petit, clasping a knife!
Two men turned away their heads!