Robert was able to turn on his side and stare at them.
The one who carried the lantern was short, very dark, and had gold rings in his ears.

Robert judged him to be a Portuguese.

But his attention quickly passed to the man behind him, who was much taller, rather spare, his face clean shaven, his hard blue eyes set close together.

Robert knew instinctively that he was master of the ship.
"Hold up the lantern, Miguel," the tall man said, "and let's have a look at him." The Portuguese obeyed.
Then Robert felt the hard blue eyes fastened upon him, but he raised himself as much as he could and gave back the gaze fearlessly.
"Well, how's our sailorman ?" said the captain, laughing, and his laughter was hideous to the prisoner.
"I don't understand you," said Robert.
"My meaning is plain enough, I take it." "I demand that you set me free at once and restore me to my friends in New York." The tall man laughed until he held his sides, and the short man laughed with him, laugh for laugh.

Their laughter so filled Robert with loathing and hate that he would have attacked them both had he been unbound.
"Come now, Peter," said the captain at last.