“Had you any when you made me lose my ship? Mr. Massy, you shall get fifteen years for this!”
“I wanted money! Money! My own money! I will give you some money. Take half of it. You love money yourself.”
“There’s a justice . . .”
Massy made an awful effort, and in a strange, half choked utterance—
“You blind devil! It’s you that drove me to it.”
Captain Whalley, hugging the coat to his breast, made no sound. The light had ebbed for ever from the world—let everything go. But this man should not escape scot-free.
Sterne’s voice commanded—
“Lower away!”
The blocks rattled.
“Now then,” he cried, “over with you. This way. You, Jack, here. Mr. Massy! Mr. Massy! Captain! Quick, sir! Let’s get—