There was something about this cold-blooded way of speaking of death which was not cruelty--it was something greater--it was an absolute disregard of life.
"Of course," said Henshaw, as he came back from depositing the box in the next room, "there are only half a dozen of those bombs, but that will be enough.

The explosion of a couple of them would just about wreck the deck.

However, the mutiny will never reach the point of action.

I'll see to that.

What always ties the hands of the crew is that it lacks real leaders.