He passed his giant arm through the poor mate’s and walked off with him in the direction of the main-deck. The convicts followed to a man, talking eagerly and tumultuously as they pressed forward in the wake of the two. I said softly, that the fellow at the wheel might not hear me: ‘They seem afraid of you, Tom.’
‘I am one of them,’ he answered, bitterly. ‘They are not afraid of me. But the thoughtful amongst them know they are helpless without me, and the other wretches are influenced by the few who can think.’
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