No one was ever decent to me--till you came.

I--shall just go under now, sir." "Oh, stop it!" Saltash spoke almost violently.

"Can't you see--that's just what I want to prevent?
You don't want to go to the devil, I suppose ?" Toby made a passionate gesture that was curiously unboylike.

"I'd go to hell and stay there for ever--if you were there!" he said.
"Good God!" said Saltash.
He got up in his sudden fashion and moved away, went to the rail and stood there for a space with his face to the rippling sheen of water.
Finally he turned and looked at the silent figure waiting beside his chair, and a very strange smile came over his dark features.

He came back, not without a certain arrogance, and tapped Toby on the shoulder.
"All right," he said.