With these mainlanders, he regarded Beaver Island as a nest of pirates and murderers.

He knew of the depredations of Strang and his people among the fishermen and settlers, of the piratical expeditions of his armed boats, of the dreaded raids of his sheriffs, and of the crimes that made the women of the shores tremble and turn white at the mere mention of his name.
Was it possible that this girl-- Captain Plum did not let himself finish the thought.

With a powerful effort he brought himself back to his own business on the island, smoked another pipe, and undressed.

He went to bed with the withered lilacs on the table close beside him.

He fell asleep with their scent in his nostrils.