When the rugged passage was crossed, and the narrow wild bay left behind, he spoke.
"For what ?" "To have the truth out of you, you infernal scoundrel!" cried the young man fiercely, his self-control suddenly vanishing at that indifferent tone.

"You know all about the murder of your master; you're going to tell me, or I'll throw you off these cliffs into the sea." He gripped the other's arm as he spoke, but Thalassa tore off his fingers, and leapt backward against a rock, a knife in his hand, snarling like a wild beast.
"Keep off!" he cried.

"Keep off, or by Christ, I'll--" He hooked the air with his knife.
Charles eyed him across the space, affected almost to nausea by his evil glance.

What a fool he had been to lose his temper! Not in that way was the truth to be reached.

The man before him was not to be terrorized or intimidated.