There's no doubt of it.

Borgson caught him almost in the act.

I could do worse things than this to Kamasura, but I've decided to flog him until he confesses." There was not a word of answer from the crew; they waited, hushed, ominous.

A whisper sounded in the ear of Harrigan, who stood with gritting teeth and clenched hands.
It was McTee who murmured: "Hold onto yourself, Harrigan.

Our time hasn't come." "I'll hold onto myself all right," said Harrigan, "but look at the crew." In fact, there was something more deadly than any snarling of a crowd in this unnatural silence of many men.