He throws down the little ship and rises:

"Khorre! Boatswain!"

"Yes."

"Call them! I assume command again, Khorre!"

The sailor turns pale and shouts enthusiastically:

"Noni! Captain! My knees are trembling. I will not be able to
reach them and I will fall on the way."

"You will reach them! We must also take our money away from these
people--what do you think, Khorre? We have played a little, and now
it is enough--what do you think, Khorre?"

He laughs. The sailor looks at him, his hands folded as in prayer,
and he weeps.



CHAPTER VII


"These are your comrades, Haggart? I am so glad to see them. You
said, Gart, yes--you said that their faces were entirely different
from the faces of our people, and that is true. Oh, how true it is!
Our people have handsome faces, too--don't think our fishermen are
ugly, but they haven't these deep, terrible sears. I like them very