But fear was spur and whip to the unreasoning minds of those poltroons, and so from the danger behind us we fled, and courted a more deadly and certain peril in the fleeing.
At first I sought to remonstrate with Giacopo; but he was deaf to the wisdom that I spoke.

He turned upon me a face which terror had rendered whiter than its natural habit, white as the egg of a duck, with a hint of blue or green behind it.

I had, besides, an ugly impression of teeth and eyeballs.
"Death is behind us, sir," he snarled.

"Let us get on." "Death is more assuredly before you," I answered grimly.

"If you will court it, go your way.