in a moment of relaxation from the desperate struggle.
"An honest man—and you a villain," retorted the young passenger, and the contest was recommenced.
"Let go," said the wrecker, "and you shall be allowed to depart and carry your money with you."
"I ask no man's leave to carry what is my own," answered the youth. He put his hand to his waist and unbuckled a belt, to this belt was attached a pouch well weighted with metal. "There is all I have in the world—and with it I will beat your brains out." He whirled the belt and money bag round his head and brought it down with a crash upon his adversary, who staggered back. The young man struck at him again, but in the dark missed him, and with the violence of the blow and weight of the purse was carried forward, and on the slippery inclined planks fell.
"Now I have you," shouted the other; he flung himself on the prostrate man and planted his knee on his back. But, assisted by the inclination of the deck, the young man slipped from beneath his antagonist, and half-rising caught him and dashed him against the rail.
The wrecker was staggered for a moment, and had the passenger seized the occasion he might have finished the conflict; but his purse had slipped from his hand, and he groped for the belt till he found one end at his feet, and now he twisted the belt round and about his right arm and weighted his fist with the pouch.
The captain recovered from the blow, and flung himself on his adversary, grasped his arms between the shoulder and elbow, and bore him back against the bulwark, drove him against it, and cast himself upon him.
"I've spared your life so far. Now I'll spare you no more," said he, and the young man felt one of his arms released. He could not tell at the time, he never could decide after how he knew it, but he was certain that his enemy was groping at his side for his knife. Then the hand of the wrecker closed on his throat, and the young man's head was driven back over the rail, almost dislocating the neck.
It was then as though the young man saw into the mind of him who had cast himself against him, and who was strangling him. He knew that he could not find his knife, but he saw nothing, only a fire and blood before his
