"What makes you think so?"
"Because the hair should be sandy. This is black."
"Beware," said the assassin, suspiciously, "how you attempt to trick me out of my reward. The knife which has drunk the blood of one can, on occasion, do the same thing for another."
"Your suspicions are unjust," said the mate. "In any event, you are welcome to what you have already received, and we must enter upon a new contract for the other."
"Umph!" muttered his companion, but half appeased.
"And now let us go and see who has been the victim of this unlucky mistake."
Together they proceed cautiously to the alley where the sailor yet lay, cold and rigid, his face wearing the look of dark, sullen hatred and ferocity which had been habitual to it in life.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Randall. "This is Antonio."
"Is it not the man you intended?"