"For Christ's sake, captain!" He stood there, trembling, yet even now not looking my way.
"Did you ever see a man hanged ?" asked Santos, with a vile eye for each of us.

"I once hanged fifteen in a row; abominable thifs.

And I once poisoned nearly a hundred at one banquet; an untrustworthy tribe; but the hanging was the worse sight and the worse death.

Heugh! There was one man--he was no stouter than you are captain--" But the door slammed; we heard the captain on the stairs; there was a rustle from the leaves outside, and then a silence that I shall not attempt to describe.
And, indeed, I am done with this description: as I live to tell the tale (or spoil it, if I choose) I will make shorter work of this particular business than I found it at the time.

Perverse I may be in old age as in my youth; but on that my agony--my humiliating agony--I decline to dwell.