He conceived an intense and devilish hatred of his poor comrade, his fellow-man.
Five minutes elapsed before Parker dared to draw.

At length Arthur Pym, standing with closed eyes, not knowing whether the lot was for or against him, felt a hand seize his own.

It was the hand of Dirk Peters.

Arthur Pym had escaped death.

And then the half-breed upon Parker and stabbed him in the back.