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his eyes range along the waist of the ship. Not one of all those in sight on board the Rose of Devon escaped his scrutiny, which was quick and sure; but he looked Martin coldly in the face without so much as a nod of recognition; and though his brief glance met Phil’s gaze squarely and seemed for the moment to linger and search the lad’s thoughts, it then passed to the one at Phil’s side.

It was the thin man who had been Martin’s companion on the road — it was Tom Jordan — it was the Old One.

Martin’s face flamed, but he held his tongue.

A line thrown to the boat went out through the air in coils that straightened and sagged down between the foremost thwarts. A sailor in the boat, seizing the line, hauled upon it with might and main. The Old One hotly cursed him and bellowed, ‘‘Fend off, fend off, thou slubbering clown! Thy greed to get into the ship will be the means of drowning us all.”

Some thrust out oars to fend away from the side of the ship and some held back;but two or three, hungering for safety, gave him no heed and hauled on the rope and struggled to escape out of their little boat, which was already half full of water. The Old One then rose with a look of the Fiend in his eyes and casting the steering oar at the foremost of them, knocked the man over into the sea, where he sank, leaving a blotch of red on the surface, which was a terrible sight and brought the others to observe the Old One’s commands.

Some cried "Save him!” but the Old One roared, “Let the mutinous dog go!”

Perhaps he was right, for there are times when it takes death to maintain the discipline that will save