She not ze furst to be on board ze sheep.

Zar no use you be mad, M'sieur; he laugh at you." "Then for once he will laugh at the wrong man, Broussard," I said soberly.

Regretting the threat even as I uttered it, I left him and walked aft, aware as I turned of the sneer on his face.

Yet even then, although burning with anger, I knew better than to remain.

I dare not speak the bitter words on my tongue, feeling certain that whatever I said would be repeated to Henley.