"Wretch!" roared Cloarek, realising how entirely feasible the ship owner's plan was, and he would have precipitated himself upon his tormentor if Segoffin had not suddenly interposed his own body between the two men and said to Cloarek:
"Remember that there are white hairs under his musk-scented powder, M. Yvon."
"Oh, knock me down! Kill me, if you like! that will not prevent the crew from coming for you, nor you from going with them," snarled the ship owner.
"Don't talk so loud, gentlemen, I beg of you. I hear somebody coming now."
In another instant Suzanne appeared, pale and terrified.
"Oh, monsieur,—come,—come quick!" she cried.
"What is the matter?"
"Mademoiselle—"
"Is my daughter worse?"
"Oh, monsieur, I am so frightened,—come, come!"