And led away by Camotte, the rich shipowner of Boston went out spluttering and perspiring as before.
"Now," said the captain to himself, with a sarcastic smile, "let us see what the other fellow is made of."
He went to the door, and, entering the cavern, bowed to the Frenchman, who was still walking up and down.
"Will you be good enough to come this way, Monsieur Hebrard," he said, with an engaging smile.
The Frenchman looked at him with astonishment, but on a repetition of the invitation went in.
The captain chuckled to himself at this evidence of the other's utter surprise and bewilderment.
It was as if he had scored one.