He was like a raving lunatic when he resought his own cabin.
His cargo was human.
And a pretty piece of humanity it was.
With skin as pure as alabaster, with eyes brighter than diamonds, and lips whose color would shame the rubies, the girl stood defiantly in the center of the cabin.
She was a prisoner.
Carter had never seen so beautiful a woman before, or at least had never seen one whose charms had so smitten his heart.
He had met her on land, and at once laid siege to her affections.
She was ladylike in her refusal of his affections; he was persistent.
She had at last to threaten him with the vengeance of her family if he did not leave her in peace.
He was exasperated.