The moment I set foot on the sloop's deck it was to close in battle with the big negro." "Cochose?
He saw you then ?" "No, only as a shape.

He can have no better memory of me, than I of him.

We fought as demons, until his giant strength forced me over the rail.

He has no knowledge that I ever rose again." "And then--what ?" "Oblivion; nothing.

Only what I saw in the return of the boat tells me what followed.