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"My naood name too, Marty But I've no mind to be worm's-meat yet awhile--no! Come, what's your quarrel wi' me? First Andy would murder old t' cherish a friend and never a friend t' cherish! What's your quarrel, lad, what?"

"Quarrel enough, ith your drugging me and murder aboard ship--"

"Avast, lad! Here's unchancy talk, ill and unmannered!"

"You murdered divers men aboard the 'Faithful Friend'"

"Only three, Marty, only three--poor souls! Though yours is a foul word for't I took 'em off, lad, took 'em off as a matter of policy I've never took off any yet as I wasn't forced to by circumstances Look'ee, there's men in this world born to be took off by so across ly, but don't blaain! But love me! What was I to do? But I didn't take you off, lad, no, nor never shall unless you and policy force me so to do I'side Adam and I'm a turtle-dove, a babe for innocence and a lamb for meekness! There never was such a murderer born into this wicked world as Adam Penfeather, with a curse! 'Twas he as ht lads arter him, murdered 'em here one by one, and wi' a parchment rove about the neck of each poor corpse, Marty 'Twas he as drove their ation Mings! 'Twas hih murderedto the prophecy of the poor ht' Why Adam, curse hi of hi wi' him and the rest?"

"Do you tell me Adam is dead?"

"Blown up aboard the 'Faithful Friend,' lad Just after we run her aboard and grappled, aye blew up she did and nigh took us wi' her Aha, but Adam's dead at last, curse him! Unless he can't be killed either, unless he is--"

Here, and all at once, he turned to stare away across Deliverance, then shrinking, cowered towards littering hook: "Ha--what's yon!" cried he in awful voice; and I turning whither his glaring eyes stared (and half-dreading to behold my lady) had the pistol wrenched from my hold and theand defenceless like the vast fool I was