"That condition, illogical though it is, will not check me, I assure you, for I will kill you, if necessary, and then take the diamond," and he cocked a pistol.
There was a silence.
"Well, then, it is really this diamond you want?"
"That and something else," said Michael.
"I do not understand you."
The sailor rose, placed the pistol to his chest, and said frowningly—
"I will make you understand me."
The Major felt he was lost, and that this man would kill him.
"Stop!" he said.
"Have you decided?"