He was possessed of a very hot and ungovernable temper, but would go to the extreme of kindness to those he had bullied and ill-used when his temper subsided.
The captain of the Poietiers did not see the contemptuous action of his merchant brother, and so signaled again.
This time the flags were run up in reply:
"All right."
It so happened that, dark as the night was naturally, it was made worse and more unpleasant by a thick, damp fog.
This was just what the Lively Bee wanted, but it reminded Captain Carter so much of England that he cursed the fog, and muttered some imprecation on the weather and things in general.
Then he felt easier.
He descended to his cabin, but did not stay there long.
He wanted to see that his own special cargo was safe, and for half an hour he was engaged in that occupation.