"And I ask of you the reason."
The sailor's eyes flashed.
"Because you killed my brother."
The old man answered quietly,—
"I saved his life at first."
"True. You saved him first, but you killed him afterwards."
"It was not I who killed him."
"Who was it, then?"
"His own fault."
The sailor gazed on the old man open-mouthed; then once more his brows contracted savagely.