A remnant of his wrath made him raise his right hand, still armed, aiming at the group.

Then he lowered it again....

He remembered that officers would be coming to investigate the occurrence.

It was better that they should find the boat absolutely silent.
Still panting, he entered the saloon under the poop and sat down.
As soon as he was within the circle of pale light that a hanging lamp spread upon the table Toni fixed his glance on his left shoulder.
"Blood!..." "It's nothing....

Merely a scratch.