Henley had swung down to the deck, and stood there, his men grouped about him, the revolver still in his hand.

One glance at his face told me he was insane from rage, thinking only of revenge.
"Take the woman below," he snapped, his cruel teeth gleaming.

"By God! she 'll get her lesson.

Here, Louis, you damned nigger, don't you hear me?
Lock her in, and bring me the key.

I 'll handle this sniveling thief first.