All of which was noted by the newcomer with no little surprise.
It did not alter his determination to inject his personality into the game.
As has been said before Jerome was not a coward, whatever else he may have been.
True, it did not require the dashing soldierly qualities of a D'Artagnan to advance upon a solitary sailorman who had broken the rules of the ship and pushed his inferior person upon the deck space reserved for superior beings.
Jerome solemnly walked toward the fellow.
He noticed that the chap had not stirred an inch all this while, but seemed to be awaiting his masterly approach.
Had the tables been turned, and he been made the subject of the girl's mesmeric power he could not have stood there more rigid.
Perhaps he meant to exercise his hypnotic powers upon the new arrival.
Unconsciously Jerome braced himself against such a dreadful influence.
Again, it might be fear that paralyzed the fellow—surely, the spectacle of Jerome striding angrily forward was enough to strike alarm at the heart of the most valiant—so the said Jerome himself thought.