We do not know whether the sentence has been carried out; but they are going to shoot him any moment, and every one in our circle knows that you are the true author of his misfortune." She became terrified upon thinking of the accumulated hatred brought about by this deed, and upon the approaching vengeance.

In Berlin the name of Ferragut was the object of special attention; in every nation of the earth, the civilian battalions of men and women engaged in working for Germany's triumph were repeating his name at this moment.
The commanders of the submarines were passing along information regarding his ship and his person.

He had dared to attack the greatest empire in the world.

He, one lone man, a simple merchant captain, depriving the kaiser of one of his most valiant, valuable servants! "What have you done, Ulysses ?...

What have you done ?" she wailed again.
And Ferragut began to recognize in her voice a genuine interest in his person, a terrible fear of the dangers which she believed were threatening him.
"Here, in your very own country, their vengeance will overtake you.
Flee! I don't know where you can go to get rid of them, but believe me....